It happened just like they said it would. We had a baby boy. We rocked him to sleep in the middle of the night. We sang lullabies and changed diapers and marveled over the ordinary miracle that we named Ronan. We took a long nap and woke up and he was in preschool. We blinked and he was climbing on a school bus. We counted many long days that added up to lightening fast years and we woke this morning to a teenager. Happy 13th birthday Ronan! You are more than we ever hoped for. Your curiosity and wisdom and steadiness and humor add up to more than the sum of those parts. We can’t wait to see what the coming years bring, and lucky for you, your parents are a couple of fools who love teenagers.
And even if you manage to change our minds about that last sentence, you’ll never change our minds about how much we love you.