Today, my baby is 9. ::insert sad face here::
Everybody always tells me how adorable he was as a baby (and now, too), how sweet and kind he is.... my little gentleman.
Adrian....was the baby I waited for. The baby I kept telling Jesse I needed to have. I was right. He's the one always by my side (whether I like it or not!), always ready with a hug, always offering for me to hold his hand "because you walk slower than everybody else, Mom...and I don't want you to have to walk by yourself".
Does he have to grow up? HE'S ready. I'm sure not.
I love you, papito chulito (with a side of beans)!! HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!