That little six foot boy with hair on his face and muscles on his arms that lives in my house is sixteen today.  How did this happen?  I have tried and tried to stop time, but to no avail.  He stands in front of me, a full grown man.  So why do I still see the little twinkly eyed, freckle faced, dimple cheeked four year old when I look at him?  My precious boy is becoming a man, and a wonderful, sensitive, fun, hilarious, talented one at that. 

Tonight my house will be filled with young men, who are still, in many ways, sweet little boys.  There will be laughter, bodily noises, messiness, first cigars, homemade spaghetti, yellow cake with chocolate frosting, loud music and games, entertaining conversations, more laughter and precious memories made. I will fall asleep with an exhausted smile on my face and a thankful prayer to God for this boy who has forever changed, enhanced and beautified my life.  I love you so much, Blakey boy…