To the only boy who didn't require an emergency C-section, though I still got one.
To the baby who always looked at his parents like they were incompetent.
To the boy who doesn't like most food and heaven forbid if it touches.
To the boy who is too smart for his britches.
To the boy who gets disgusted by his parents willingness to talk about ANYTHING without embarrassment.
To the boy who is so dang handsome.
To the boy who flies under the radar.
To the boy who has a caring heart.
To the boy I am lucky to call my son.
I love you!!