He’ll always be my baby


He’s 7 inches taller than me and outweighs me by…well, several pounds.  His feet alone overshadow certain small countries.  He consumes more potatoes than the amassed population of Ireland, past and present.  The only “baby” he resembles is a baby moose.  And yet, I can still look (up) at him and see the tiny little round-faced angel who was the first person in this universe to call me Mommy. 

 Happy birthday, Cam.  14 may look pretty grown-up from your perspective.  You may think that being “just 2 years until I can drive” sounds ancient.  But you’re still my baby.


One thought on “He’ll always be my baby

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s