It feels like you were just born. It feels like you were JUST turning 6. You were 5 years and 364 days old... with a cut on your chin, snuggling up against me in your jammies so excited for what was next. I prepped the decorations, made sure the party was planned, cupcakes made, balloons blown up and your lunch wrapped in Happy Birthday paper so I could embarrass you at school. Fast forward... you are 14 years and 364 days old. 5' 10" and you almost weigh as much as I do. Sheesh. That was fast. You are off at Chicken and Pickle with your some of your best buddies ...living your best life. And I'm SO happy for you. But it's hard. It's hard to know what to hold on to and what to let go. Every year, I have to free you up to be a little more of a man, and less of my baby. You don't need me like you used to ... but BRUH... trust me you still need me. And not just for rides. I've been there. I've made the mistakes and lea...