Day 20 - Later

I was very excited to post today.  It's Saturday and I wanted to write a long and thorough post about composting and my roots.  About my grandparents and what I learned from them and how I yearn to return to some of that.  But, I am tired and so that post will have to wait for another day when I can do it justice.

Today my son turned 12.  So fast.  Just like that he is 12.  I cooked dinner and he is having a sleepover.  There won't be many more of these.  I asked him if I slept all day could we pretend that he is still 11.  He wishes he was a teenager.  I wish he was 6 again. 

So Alex, my hope for you for year 12 is that you know how much I love you.  That when I make you do your homework you know it is because I love you.  When I give you consequences, I love you.  When I hold you accountable, I love you.  When we get silly and make each other laugh uncontrolably, I love you.  When I worry about you, I love you.  When I  check up on you, I love you.  When I tuck you in at night (please don't let this stop), I love you.  When I let 3 of your wild and crazy friends over to celebrate your day, I love you.