Monday, March 28, 2016

Sweet Sixteen


Happy Birthday Max. Today you are sixteen years old. 

Sixteen.

How is this even possible? 

I remember the day you were born as if it were yesterday.  A hospital full of family, waiting with bated breath, to finally meet you. 

I fell in love with you the moment I knew you were growing inside of me. Daddy referred to you as his "strongest swimmer". I knew with certainty that you were a boy and your name was Max. I read books to you, I played music to you, and I rocked you to sleep before the day of your birth. I was twenty three years old and of all the things in the world, I wanted you most. 

I gained 75 pounds for you. 

You were the first grandchild on my side of the family. 

Known as "The Crazy Aunts"

Our new pastime became watching you. We would gather around to watch you sleep, breathe, and move. It was hours of entertainment and we loved every second of it.

The next generation of "The Crazy Aunts" and daddy. 
 You were loved before you were born and now today you are loved by all.

Grandma Shirley so excited.
You are my heart and soul. Your pains became my pains, your joys were my joys. I was a stay at home mom, and you were my best friend.

Bubbles!
As you grew from baby to boy, I watched you form your personality. It was something very similar to your father's. You were so funny at a young age, entertaining us with funny faces or songs. Your laugh was contagious. Even now at sixteen you are one of the funniest people I know. You are the best combination of everything we love.

Today you are your own man. You have your own opinions of the world. I remember the day, in horror, when you told me you are a Republican. You are responsible in a way I never was at sixteen (or possibly even now).

And now, you are driving...

It wasn't long ago you started driving with your permit. Driving with you for the first time was the scariest thing thing I've done. My head between my knees, fighting back nausea, sitting in the back seat, while you drove us through downtown Troy. I felt like my life was passing before my eyes. It wasn't that you were a bad driver rather that you were my baby boy all grown up.
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This is what I picture when you sat in the driver's seat for the first time.
Your first set of wheels. 
 You loved anything with wheels, always a boy at heart. I think you had every single hot wheel, matchbox car ever made.

You rode your bike any chance you could get. 

Your first Jeep! 

Still riding your bike. 

Anything with wheels... 


You and Tommy before you almost crashed into a camper. 

Getting your Driving Permit.


All. Grown. Up. 
Max, we are incredibly proud of the man you are today. You are everything I never expected and I couldn't be more pleased. 

Happy Sweet Sixteen Max! I am excited for your future and all the surprises life has in store for you. I know you are going to rock it the way you did to Blue's Big Musical, Silly Hat

I love you Max, you got this.