HARRY IS SEVENTEEN TODAY

 My first baby! The one whose labor was a sit-com! (Husband out of town, college-age fraternity president little bro staying with me just in case, water breaking out of nowhere, husband missing last flight back to town and driving through the night fielding calls from brother cleaning amniotic fluid out of the car, 4 young grandparents crying in the next room when they heard the baby’s first cry through the thin hospital walls) IS SEVENTEEN! TODAY! What.

I wish people would tell me all the time that I don’t look old enough to have a 17-year old, but I look exactly that old— it’s the toddler who’s an incongruity.

He’s a WONDERFUL kid, you guys. Smart. Responsible. Funny. Kind. He’s a baseball umpire, a life guard and little kid swim lesson instructor, a hockey referee. He babysits his siblings and drives them to all of their activities. He is politically active, an excellent public speaker, a great tennis player. He takes honors and AP classes, has a long list of extracurricular commitments, volunteers in the community, and he got into his high school’s chapter of National Honor Society. 

Sometimes if we’re lucky, he hangs out with us and is a genuinely fun companion— like a live-in friend who also trashes our house.

We are so lucky to have him.