Our Youngest is 19 today.
He's the dearest young man.
Somehow, last night at dinner, he consented to not only listen to the story of his birth but asked questions as well.
Carefully planned to be born in the middle of May - and then further planned between the doctor's vacation and K's shooting schedule, we chose the 17th to have him as 7's and 17's figure heavily in family events.
He was a good baby, a thumb-sucker, and I loved having him around when his brothers were at school.
Someone once teased us that we'd always have "a little kid" in the house, but we never minded. Our little kid always had the most enthusiastic and fun-loving spirit.
He's finishing up his freshman year at college. His grades are impeccable. He wears the best outfits ever, and is a trusted and sincere friend to his classmates.
Youngest and I are on our own tomorrow. We have big plans for an afternoon in the city.
I'll tell you all about it.