Today, you are 11. And I know that you hope that means I will stop referring to you as one of the "little boys." Not a chance;-)! You are forever my little boy. You are the little baby who woke up promptly at 3AM every morning for months, lulling me into a habit of snuggling alone with you on the couch in the wee hours. I think you knew that someday you be the "middlest" and that you needed to seize your opportunities for spoiling early and often. And I think I knew you were the best snuggler ever. When you were two or three, you insisted we call you "Superman." And because you really are rather spoiled, we still do. You're Super in every way. Have a super birthday!
Rocking the Super Beat with Dad and Nick in Seattle.