Eighteen years ago, Hubs and I were busy scrubbing our hands and arms every couple of hours and wearing hospital scrubs, so we could go hold this little stinker in the NICU and try to feed him. Now… he has informed us that he can “legally vote, legally smoke, legally buy lottery tickets and legally get a tattoo without our signatures.”



Hubs and I have successfully raised him to adulthood — HE. IS. AN. ADULT!!  Excuse me while I go cry in my closet!!  My heart is so tender and sad today about eighteen, but it’s also so excited to see this kind and awesome goofball do even bigger and better things.

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