It was a low key day, but he said it was one of his best birthdays yet... School, baseball practice, Xbox, popcorn chicken, and cake. He's easy to please.
I joke with him that he's my guinea pig; that all of our parenting techniques are being tried out on him. He gets annoyed with me more times than not, but every once in a while I get a smile out of him.
He's smart and is constantly reading, especially magazines; anything from The Week, to Sports Illustrated, and even my copies of All You. (don't tell him I told you that.)
He's become quite the pitcher, too. So proud of him on that field.
He starts high school next year. I'm not ready to talk about that right now.
You're a good kid, Billy. Happy Birthday. We love you.