It’s time for me to finally admit it. This boy? 
The one with the impish grin, the mind that never stops and the insane ability to stay up until all hours of the night reading? The one who knows every button of mine to push, who blames himself for the oddest things, who wants everyone to be happy all the time and always needs to be busy?
Yeah, he’s just like me.
I’m pretty sure that the only thing he got from his dad (besides that male trait of being able to remember the oddest facts ever) is the whole “i’m-bored-but-i-don’t-know-what-i-want-to-do” thing.
I can foresee a future of fights with him, of heart to hearts, of knowing exactly how he feels even though he’ll never believe me, because I’ve been there. He is sweet and sensitive and hilarious and oh so wicked smaht.
And even though I wish he wouldn’t be so much like me sometimes, I’m thankful every second that he’s mine.
Wife. Mom. Cancer Fighter. Friend. Business Owner. I believe life is short, some things just are what they are, and that there are very few problems that laughter won't solve or at least make better. 
