With just the two of us in the house, I was able to rouse him from his teenage death sleep with the smells of bacon, sweet, glorious bacon. It woke him but not enough to drag him out of bed. That was fine because I had my act together enough to bring him breakfast in bed. Eggs and the aforementioned bacon were the stars on his tray. He seemed pleased. He seemed pleased with his gifts - all golf-related, so all is well in the world. Not the creepy Mormon Mommy blogger 'so blessed, so perfect' well, but things are good.
The Boy is growing into a truly fine young man. He's made some really good choices. His older
Happy birthday, son.