My beloved son is turning 12 today. It seems like only yesterday I rushed down to Women's College Hospital and scrubbed in for the magic moment.
At 12-years old I can honestly say my son is both smarter and sweeter than me. And by his next birthday, I'm almost certain he'll be bigger than me. I'm just ridiculously proud of the man he's becoming.
I can't believe that young man was once this little guy who would dance around the living room in his diaper:
Happy Birthday, James!