that means he is 1 year closer to being a grown up and leaving me.
and if i think about it i cry.
a lot.
hysterically.
i realize this is crazy pregnant lady talk.
who are we kidding, i sob about him getting older when i'm not pregnant.
it's what i do.
i love this boy more than the universe.
more than my heart is even capable of loving.
happy birthday baby!
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