My only Sunshine
He makes me happy
When skies are gray
He turned 16 today. My baby.
He refuses to wear a cape anymore, but – like his mommy- he still has an affinity for superheroes. He also refuses to eat cake, or cookies, or brownies, so maybe he’s not really my kid because I don’t see how I could have passed on that gene to any child of mine. But it’s why I’m able to post now instead of singing Happy Birthday to him off key over a slab of baked batter covered in buttercream.
I’ll just have to do it over his Papa John’s pizza when it gets here.