Today is my son Eric’s birthday. He is 19 years old! Everyone always says how time flies, especially when you have kids, and it is so true. I feel like it was just yesterday that he was little and needed me so much, and now he is 19 …the age I was when he was born… and he doesn’t need me as much anymore. And that makes me sad. And happy. And proud.
So everyone can feel a bit of my nostalgia with me, here is Eric…
4 months old
2.5 years old
3-4 years old (He was sucking in everything. I swear I fed him)
Unfortunately, Eric was born pre-digital era, so I can only work with what has been scanned…and what happened after digital cameras.
10 years old
11 years old with his baby brother
3 days before he turned 12 with his henna tattoo
15 years old hanging out with his little sister
16 years old in the Bahamas on a school trip
A few months ago on a college tour
A month from now he will be leaving home to go to college. He said I’m not allowed to cry when we take him. Like that’s going to happen! I already have the kleenex ready.