I have not gotten sentimental with any other birthday or milestone when it comes to my boys. I didn’t cry when they started school or learned to ride a bike or turned double-digits. I did not tear up on their first Christmas or when they learned to walk. Everything has come along in its due time.
But there’s just something about 13. I’m feeling it.
Jeremy and I spent an hour watching old videos this afternoon and it left me feeling nostalgic for the sweet days when nap time was our biggest hurdle. I had to share the best ones with you all. Here’s my boy, our firstborn, before the teen years.