The Boy turns 11.

Today is the Boy's 11th birthday. I was only 20 when he was born. That's so weird. I can't even imagine having a child at 20, but if I did, I would pick him. He is my perfect son.

I bought him clothes for his birthday. And he's going to love that. He's 11 & appreciates Nordstrom's Rack.

See? We couldn't be more of a better fit, the Boy & I.