Yesterday, Mason turned 18 years old. Let that sink in for a moment. I know it hasn’t quite sunk in for me yet.
Last year on Mason’s birthday, I reminisced about all his previous birthday parties — the ones that took place at inflatable jump houses and arcades and bowling alleys.
This year for Mason’s birthday, our extended families took him out for dinner. Tomorrow night, he’s having some friends over to play video and computer games. For his birthday, he asked for a 3D printer. Earlier today, he attended a college tour at the University of Oklahoma.
Things are changing quickly. I thought Susan would be the one needing support during this transition, but I’ve had butterflies in my stomach for the past three days. I’m happy, sad, excited, nervous, but most of all proud.
We’ve got a few more months before Mason graduates from high school and everything really begins to change. I know he’s ready for it. I don’t know that I am, just yet.