He's been acting like a teenager for years (in a good way).
And now, as of today, it is official.
Thirteen.
And then sadly, he had to go to school.
He graciously spent his birthday at an event sponsored by the Japanese exchange student program. He ate half cooked hamburgers in a high school cafeteria and then spent 2 hours at a program for the host families with lots of Japanese speaking and dancing. He didn't even complain.
Close enough, right?
This teen is going places.

I will never forget holding him in the hospital. A nurse came in, took one look at him (he was beautiful) and said, "Wow! He's a keeper!"
I will never forget holding him in the hospital. A nurse came in, took one look at him (he was beautiful) and said, "Wow! He's a keeper!"
And so I kept him.
His birthday makes me happy. He makes me happy. It is a privilege to be his mom and to watch all the amazing things he is doing.
He is dependable and organized and smart.
He is still beautiful.
(I think all the girls in the ward and school would agree)
He is a teenager.
At last.
Happy Birthday Brandon.
