Andy, Kelly and their "love child" Reeb
My youngest child, my precious little baby boy turns 30 next weekend. Thirty. And he's getting married in May.
I don't have a problem getting older myself - I'll be the first one to tell anyone the best thing that ever happened to me was my 50's. But my children? I'm finding out that's a little different story.
There is a part of me that wanted them to stay my little boys forever, even though I knew they had to grow up and move away and I would have to share them with the world.
But, as I found out last March, the best part of letting them go to start their own families is grandchildren and I can't wait until my house is full of precious little princesses and princes.
So I guess I'll smile and be gracious about the whole thing as my last little boy blows out the candles on his cake next weekend.
All thirty of them.
Time flies when you're having fun.