I cannot believe my first baby is 17 years old. Even though it makes me sad, I have to say that I am so proud of the man he is becoming.
He celebrated on Saturday by having about 15 of his friends over for a bon fire. ( Sorry no pictures. I wasn't allowed near them with my camera) and then tonight we had a small get together at Mammoo & Pappy's house. I made him his favorite meal, chili with rice and fritos. We had a delicious chocolate cake and ice cream. He got lots of cash, some Adidas sweat pants and several pairs of skinny jeans.
What more could a teenage want?
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