The boy is 13 years old.
Like, I have a WHOLE TEENAGER living in my house now. It’s so crazy to fathom.
How did I manage to keep this kid alive for so long? My plants barely survive.
Ya’ll ever have those moments? Where you see your kid grow up, but you don’t really see it happening. You just look up one day and be like “who is this grown ass man in my kitchen?!”
Sorry. I’m having a moment.
Hey there! It’s been a while since I’ve written on here.
According to the analytics on this page, seems you guys keep coming back, hoping for something new. I’m thankful someone is still checking up on me.
So, I guess I should fill you in on what’s been going on the past year or so.
The boy is 11.
Every year, I get super sentimental and this year was no different.
I often stay awake preparing to wake him up in a special way or with a surprise and this year he was in for the greatest surprise of his young life.