Toddler Aaron – note the chubby cheeks, blonde hair cut in a sweet little-boy cut, and big blue eyes. I still remember how warm and cuddly he was in this particular outfit, even though it made him look like an oomp–loompa.
Second grade, First Eucharist. Evil look notwithstanding, he was SUCH a sweet little boy. Parent-teacher conferences were a joy (now I pre-medicate for them) and he loved his new baby brother dearly.
Eighth grade, and I can already see the young man he will soon be. He’s tall and thin, and tolerating his little brother just a little less easily. Look at that wonderful thick blonde hair, cut so attractively. Look again, isn’t that a great hairstyle on him??
Here’s my little sweetheart now – eighteen today. I still get plenty of hugs, even though he has to reach down to me. He works hard in school, has wonderful friends, and is quite a talented musician. He has a sweet girlfriend and is making plans for college. Yes, his room is a pigsty and his hair makes me crazy, but I’m so proud of him. He’s all I could have hoped for that day eighteen years ago when I held him in my arms for the first time. I love you, Aaron – Happy Birthday!