Happy Birthday to my baby

Today is Mac's 18th birthday. I can't believe it. He can buy lottery tickets. He can vote. He can fight in a war. He's still my 'little man' even though he's about 5'11" and weighs about 260 pounds.

He can walk and run and talk and sing. He reads and memorizes laws and music and lyrics. He plays the sax and drives a car. He cooks and tells dirty jokes. He hugs his mom in public without embarrassment. He can make choices on his own and has a 3 am curfew on weekend. He can grow a beard and will belly laugh when he's tickled by something. He graduates next month, and he goes to college in August.

I don't know what to say other than he's a man. He's a blessing. Even though he might be making me nuts lately, I can't imagine life without him.

I'm so proud of him now. Seeing the world through his eyes has been amazing.

So happy birthday to my baby boy.

I can't wait to see what he'll do next.

Mac's mom,
Maggie