Ummm...So Ethan turned 22. He is now legally, morally, and physically an adult. He has a job, he has rent payments, he's engaged to be married. I still think of him as my little boy, but he has a whole big seperate life, and I'm just a cheerleader and occasional money lender.
I'm glad he still wants to come over for a birthday dinner and dessert to celebrate his birthday.
I wonder how many more years we have celebrating his birthday all together in my living room. One day he's going to decide that he has other plans, and I will be happy. But also a little sad.
Happy Birthday, kid!!
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