I can't believe my 1st baby is twenty today....the big 2-0. How can this be? Wasn't it just yesterday he was trotting off to kindergarten? Playing pee-wee football? Playing football? Graduating high school? Going off to college...oh wait.
That would be two years ago.
How time flies.....
I can still see him at age 18 months, chasing my 6 year old cousin around my grandmother's townhouse, yelling at him for singing the wrong Barney lyrics.
Billy: "I hate you, you hate me, let's tie Barney to a tree...."
Kyle: "No, no! I wove 'ou, 'ou wove me, we're a happy family....!"
Age 5: "I can walk up to my classroom by myself, Mommy!"
Age 10: "Check out my bruises! I'm one mean tackling machine!"
Age 14: "But WHY does it have to be X? Why can't it be R? And WHY do I have to show my work when I already know the answer?"
Age 18: "I got into Purdue!"
Age 19: "Mom, I've joined a fraternity..."
Welcome to your twenties, Kyle....and next year, you can go to karaoke with your mama!