As I tucked Noah into bed on the eve of his 14th birthday...
"Mom, I think my voice sounds a little lower,"
his voice is still pretty high and prepubescent, his size 10 feet are
certainly showing me he is well on his way to becoming a man.
Thank goodness he hasn't outgrown hugs from his Mom.
Later Natalie came to me distressed -- "I don't have a gift for Noah".
"What about sending him on a scavenger hunt -- he loves those," I suggested.
Her face lit up and she gave me a squeeze before rushing out of the room saying -- "Thanks, Mom!"