Fifteen years old. So old am I. So young is he. Fifteen is hard to remember but I feel like I was a teenager so recently. Maybe that's because I hardly feel like an adult.
When I asked if he was excited about his birthday Benny said that he didn't feel much like there was a birthday coming. I know it's because of all the other excitement. Moving. New school. Social life. Academics. Home. Thinking about driver's ed. Thinking about the responsibility of keeping a laptop with him at all times. So much else to think about - he hasn't had much free space in his brain to anticipate this birthday. Next year will be different.
My little boy was born on his due date, Friday, October 25, 1991, at approximately 7:30 am. I have suspicions that it set a precidence of timeliness and general OCD for him. He weighed 8 pounds 3 ounces. He had perfect hair. And perfect baby skin. And a sweet cry. He slept through the night at two weeks old. He made parenthood seem like the easiest thing on earth. Most of the time. He made being a rookie parent as easy as a baby could. We were living in Columbia, IL (just across the river from south county St. Louis, MO) and then moved back to Texas when he was two months old. Really those were about the happiest two months of my life.
Now he's fifteen. I can hardly believe it. Happy Birthday Benny. I'm so proud of you. :)