Well he was just 17...

Happy Birthday to the teenager. 17 years old...I think it's much harder for me to think about the fact that I've been a mom for 17 years than the fact that he's 17. The teenager has always been older than his years would say. I guess that's maybe a first born thing.

On today's agenda? Breakfast from McDonald's (that's what he asked for!) with a candle and happy birthday song. Getting senor pictures taken. Grilling big steaks for dinner (also his choice) and I'm sure a trip to Cold Stone Creamery later tonight. We had a party for him on Saturday since he's leaving this Saturday on a trip to Colorado with his friend and said friend's mom. He'll be gone for two weeks. Then he comes back and goes to camp in California for a week. I miss him already.