The time has come.
The time for tongue-biting and silent prayers.
The time for imaginary passenger brakes.
The time for deep breathing and grey hair.
The time has come that I've dreaded for years.
And surprisingly...it's okay.
Congrats to my favorite 16-year-old. The boy who made me a momma and makes me prouder every day. You continue to impress me with your intelligence, amuse me with your wit, and bless me with your kind, loving spirit. Happy Birthday, Wes!