My baby boy is TWELVE years old today! I can't believe it! He has a mustache and he's almost as tall as me, and soon enough, his voice will change. I found a note in his pocket when I was doing laundry written in pink ink that said, "Will you go out with me? Yes or no." It's so like Sam to just shove it in his pocket and forget about it, meanwhile some girl is spending her whole holiday break wondering what the hell he's thinking. This is his last year of childhood, then it's on to teenage-hood. Boo hoo!
Happy Birthday Sam! I love you to the moon and back again!