18
I'm honestly a little freaked out.
Leo turns 18 years old this weekend.
I remember driving to the hospital and seeing people walking down the sidewalk and thinking, "They're just walking around like it's a normal day." Earth shattering stuff of course. And now, we're 18 years on? For god's sake...I was only six months older than he is now when I met Ernie.
He's happy and excited. 18. My baby's a man. Still my sweet pea though. Leo has a wonderful heart. You can feel it when you see his sweet smile and his beautiful brown eyes. He's always the one who will quietly ask me how I am, or how my day was, or when I'm upset, just sit with me. His steady presence is such a comfort. I talk about Owen a lot on these pages because he entertains us, and generally Leo prefers that I not write too much about him, but let me tell you, my Leo is an incredible person. He takes his own path and has always had the confidence to do that. I am very proud of who he is. My brilliant, funny, steady, sweet, stubborn boy.
It still seems as though he should look like this though...
Off to chase steam engines on Friday. If you have any Minneapolis-St. Paul recommendations, do let me know