Yesterday my boy turned 13, a teenager.
Finally! he said.
He is so desperate to grow up. I'd be quite happy for him to stay this age.
He is the most lovely, caring and considerate boy, who insists on hugs everyday.
He is so excited to be almost my height, he looks me right in the eye now without
having to stand on his tippy-toes!
He is growing at quite a rate at the moment and I'm not sure how it will feel having him taller than me,
quite strange I expect!
We celebrated his birthday by going to Adventure Park in Geelong with my sister and her kids.
We had a fantastic day, it's like a kid's dream there!
We came home tired and sunburnt, and were met by the rest of our family for pizzas and drinks.
It's also my Mum's birthday on the same day so she had to blow the candles out as well.
Jesse had the most wonderful day, and just when he didn't think it could have gotten any better, he was given a present from my parents- something that he had wanted for a long time.
He burst into tears and held her for the longest time.
A mixture of a big day and being so happy had overwhelmed him and brought him to (happy) tears.
I love that he doesn't feel embarrassed or ashamed to express his emotions.
I hope he never changes.
It really doesn't feel like that long ago that I was holding him at the hospital, looking at the face of my tiny baby boy and wondering what he'd be like as he grew.
What he'd look like, what he'd be interested in.
I honestly couldn't be prouder of the young man he has grown to be.
Happy Birthday Jesse xx