Ben is ten today. Ten! Hooray for double digits! This birthday means I have been parenting for an entire decade, and while I quite can't believe it's been ten years, when I say the number out loud it does seem like a long time. A wonderfully long time.
Ben was born when I was twenty-four. When I say it now it seems so young, but at the time it felt so right and I wouldn't change it for anything. He was born on a Thursday, sixteen days after his due date, weighing in at almost ten pounds. He was easy, sweet and so fun to be around. I'm happy to say not much has changed.
We're celebrating in a small way today with a few friends, driveway hockey, pizza and a homemade football birthday cake. Next week Ben and I are hitting the open road for a mama-son road trip. We're off to New York City for a few days of one-on-one time to mark this milestone birthday. I will do the same with his brother when he turns ten.
Happy Birthday, Ben. I can't wait to see how you grow over the next ten years and I'm certain I will be just as proud of you then as I am today.