He is wonderful. He is challenging. He is my boy. 11 is officially a big kid and it’s really hard to admit that when there are so many things I feel I “have to” help him with. I’m his mama, he’s my boy. He doesn’t act like anything has changed much since he was 6. I guess I should love that as long as I can. I know that him growing up brings me a lot of peace, I love seeing all my kids get older, honestly. I love seeing Josiah express himself, even when it is so full of goofy tween-ager-ness that I wanna scream. He’s my boy. He’s a gift. He challenges me and forces me to change, just as he did when his 9#12 self came out of my body. Lord, you knew that this young man was so important. Important for me, and Joel and the world. Happy Birthday buddy.