Quinceañero

Just over six feet tall, one year away from being allowed to date, eight months away from high school (it starts in 10th grade here), Ethan loved his fifteenth birthday. I am a gobsmacked at how much he has grown, this little boy who used to curl around my pregnant stomach while I read "Where the Wild Things Are" on repeat, now towers over me and carries me away from conversations he deems are taking too long.

He's definitely not a baby anymore: Now he gets excited to receive clothes for his birthday!

He was even truly excited about socks.

We also gave him a book and a fancy schmancy wallet. He was well-pleased with his old man gifts.

His greatest gift, though, came from Michael's family. They all pitched in money and I picked up Ethan's new greatest love...

He has been taking lessons for a few months, but has had to play on my classical style guitar. He's excited to let his steel strings sing.

Happy birthday, my boy! I hope the next year is great. You still aren't allowed to date.