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!
4 comments:
I LOVE that first picture--It is adorable!
Oh ... great post and great pictures. I can't believe Coby is 14! Hope the birthday was happy!
It does not seem possible that he can be that old. You are an amazing mom! Especially for having him so young. I've always admired you for being such an incredible, loving mom. I love the picture of him and Cas with you in the background.
Love this post. Love the pics, love the first photo. Love that you love your boy so much.
Happy 14th Coby!!
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