I did it.
I got a picture of my teenaged son smiling and not covering his face or acting goofy!
I cannot tell you how victorious this makes me feel. Okay, I’ll tell you. I feel like I won the lottery! Except instead of money, I have proof that my kid is alive, happy and loves his momma just a little.
His freckles are fading. His braces are gone. He’s got this crazy curl in his hair that he doesn’t really know how to tame. He is no longer a boy. I hate it. But I also really, really love it because he is so fun to be with right now and we can actually converse in a rational, adult-like manner.
The best part of this picture? See those smile lines along his eyes? He gets those from his Dad. They’re a lot alike, Big C and the Hubby.
I am a lucky mom and wife.