It’s amazing that my son, who was born six weeks early and weighed just more the 4 lbs, is 11 years old. I’m quite enthralled by him and the person he is becoming. His interests, likes, dislikes and developing maturity are a source of amazement. He’s no long the little preemie whose little body would rest lightly on my forearm regardless of what I was doing.
Here he is over the years – my handsome son.
He won a school lunch poster contest in 2012.
He’s a doting uncle to his little niece Autumn.
He never passes up an opportunity to be silly.
Happy 11th year my precious son!