Goodbye, Little Boy

Tomorrow I have to say goodbye to my little guy. He won't be a little boy anymore. He is turning 13 and I am hating it. I have hated all of the milestones with him. He wasn't supposed to be the last one. I always thought that some day we would have a third child. But I still held a little tighter to him, just in case. He was our baby and will always be the baby at this point. And I hate how quickly he is growing up. I want him to still be a little boy for awhile longer... still cuddly and loving and still thinking his parents are great. Instead we are heading into round 2 of the Hellish Teenage Years. Mood swings, hormones, broken hearts... all the things we have been doing for the past 4 years with his brother. Well, I guess there are good things too, so bring it on! As long as I still get an occasional hug and cuddle.