Happy Birthday, Big Man...

I remember holding my beautiful second son for the first time; like my other babies, he was born with a covering of light brown fuzzy hair and in his case, it eventually turned the lightest color of blonde that made him almost look bald. I can't believe that he's going to be 20 this week!
I have found myself thinking about this milestone in his life and realizing that he'll be celebrating it may miles away with people that I don't even know but people that he loves; as strange as this may sound, I know he's exactly where he's supposed to be.
Here are just a few things that have brought a smile to my face as I've thought about his 20 years of life:
*When he was little, he couldn't say his "l's" and I remember him saying, "I want to sit on your yap and watch the Yion King."
*He drinks all his milk in one gulp - no matter how big the glass - because he doesn't really like it
*He always used to touch the back of my hair - and I never thought I'd miss that...but I was wrong
*He used to stand at my bedroom door and then run a take a leap onto my bed
*When he was about little, Mark and "S" started calling him "Rappa". When he was about 11, he decided he was going to open a Mexican Restaurant and feature a "Rappa-rito"
*He came home from middle school one day and told us he was trying out for the basketball team - he played basketball every season for the next 7 years
*He did his homework everyday without being asked
*He used to sit at the counter in his boxers...and got "caught" time and time again by his sister's friends who just opened the door and walked in
*When it came to sports, he has a lot of natural ability and isn't afraid to try anything - including skim boarding at the beach - and then came home with no skin on his knees
*He was a determined toddler, but the easiest teenager in the world
*When he was 4, he cried because he couldn't play on the soccer team with "S"

Have a great 20th Birthday, Big Man...we couldn't love you more!