Seriously. 14 years since I became a mommy for the very first time. To this precious, delicate, helpless little bundle of perfection.

I remember it all like it was yesterday….the contractions starting around midnight; calling Anna to help me time them only to have her doze off on the phone; waking Phil and saying 'it's time' and him mumbling, half-asleep 'time for what?'; running every red light on the way to the hospital. Then, a few short (blessedly) hours later, I changed from Lisa to Mom and the world was never again the same.

That old adage says that God never gives us more than we can handle…..the big guy upstairs obviously didn't have much faith in me when he blessed me with this one. All the typical 'icky' stuff of raising children aside, he's a true gift. And now he's growing into this young man–taller than me, sometimes smarter than me, many times more patient than me and I am newly amazed every single day at just how lovely he really is.

This summer I'm realizing that I only have four more years with this guy–he starts high school this fall. He's so excited; me, not so much. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited for him. I just can't believe it came this fast. How is it that the days seem to drag on forever sometimes but the years zip by lightening fast? Before I know it I'll be packing care packages to ship off to his dorm room, hoping that I instilled enough smarts and common sense for him to enjoy his freedom just enough but to balance it with good choices. But not quite yet….I still get 4 more years. Gonna do my damndest to stretch them out as long as I can.

Happy Birthday sweet boy. Love you.