Strawbreez, Baba, Munchkin, Monster, Punkin, Squashie, Noodle… I’ve had so many pet names for you. You answer to just about anything so long as its coming from me.
Today, you are 19 years old. You are a young man… yet you are still my Munchkin, my Strawbreez.
For a lot of young men, 19 would mean getting ready to move out and cut the apron strings and find your feet and such, or going off to varsity… but we’re not there yet. I don’t regret that at all- it just means I can protect you from the world a little longer.
You have grown so much in the last year, yet so much remains the same. You have changed so much, yet you are so much the same.
I know most of these pictures have appeared on my blog many times over, but they remain my favourites.