ode to booger

12 years ago, when a baby was brought home from the hospital, I thought I was getting a sister. I was incredibly disappointed it was a boy, but obviously, I grew out of that. We've shared a few birthdays (after that first one was overshadowed by him), but we grew out of that too. Over the years he's changed from an adorable, blond, curly-headed child to a taller-than-me, foul-mouthed (aren't we all?), funny, sensitive little man. I love him so much (even though the majority of the time he bugs the bejeesus out of me) and I hurt when he's hurting (even if I'm the one who caused it).

This is for Booger. Happy Birthday, my buddy.