Ten

Yep. My boy is TEN. Double digits. I can barely believe it. I think I'm in denial...that is, until my son starts going ON and ON about how he's now TEN and how he's a big kid because he's TEN and oh yeah, mom did you hear, I'M TEN? We get it Jem...I mean, James. Good thing for you you're adorable. And loving. Look at how the first thing you did when you got up on your birthday was rush in to say good morning to your little sister :) I forgive you for being TEN. Just barely.

I even was so nice as to let you have a sleepover with your best buddies. Nathan, Garrett and Matthew. With a movie. And a concession stand full of goodies to purchase with special "tickets". That's right. Cause I love you like that, Mr. TEN year old boy.

Good thing TEN year olds still love to cuddle their mamas, otherwise there would be BIG trouble.
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