I can't believe it has been 14 years.
I can't believe how quickly time has passed.
I can't believe how different life is.
I can't believe how incredibly kind, compassionate, caring, and committed this young man is.
I can't believe how much he has matured, and how much fun I have when I get to hang out with him.
I can't believe how incredible he is.
I can't believe HE is FOURTEEN.
Happy birthday, Jerrin David. I will never forget the day you were born. I was on my spring break, heading down to Oregon from Tacoma. I got a text from your dad with the creepiest picture of your ginormous bruised up head, and I kinda freaked out. I called grandma and asked, "What is WRONG with him?!?!" and she reassured me, "He is perfect. His head is just badly bruised. It will be OK." Grandma was right, of course. You were perfect. Not perfect in the "never-does-any-wrong" kind of perfect, but in the, "God-created-someone-amazing" kind of way, and I am so thankful that with every bruise along the way, you have simply become stronger, more courageous, and more perfectly you. I love you so very much. I hope your day was perfect.