I experienced first-hand on Sunday a budding "teenage attitude". As we were walking into our pew at church (we were home this past weekend), I thought Matthew had said something to me, so I turned to look at him and said, "huh?". His response, with a slightly agitated tone, "I wasn't talking to you". About this time, I see a pretty girl turning the corner coming over to speak to him... I guess I know where I stand!
With that being said, I have the best little brother in the world. What other 13 year old boy would tell you that you look pretty on a Sunday morning? Now, I know that I wasn't completely overjoyed at the thought of you being around 13 years ago, but I will say that you've been totally worth it..even if I did have to give up my seat in the family van for your car seat ;)
So happy birthday Matthew! I love you!
Gotta love the missing tooth
I wish this seersucker suit still fit!
And now... Stop getting old!
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