Fourteen has been a number I have said many times in the last fourteen years. Cob was Fourteen months old when I met my husband. He turns 14 on Saturday. Everyone reading this blog knows that in my eyes Cob hung the moon. He is the best thing I have ever done in my life hands down, the best decision. When I had Cob I was young- 18 1/2 yrs old( I have to add the 1/2- makes me sound older). Cob has helped me grow up and is my best friend. I love his cheeks. I love that he has had the same box of apple jacks to hide "his" cereal in for years, ususally cookie crisp, his sister still doesn't know. I love the way he always waits for my mom because she walks slow. I love his hands, I love that he is an excellent runner and can run super fast, and I love the way he always tells everyone goodbye making each person feel important. Happy 14 Cobo- have fun shredding it up the next few days!
