He used to be little. It feels like it was just yesterday he was missing his two front teeth and giggling at everything I said.

Now he's 13 and I find myself feeling polar opposite emotions: sad that my baby has grown, but so fucking stoked to watch as he finds his truth and follows his dreams. Smart, witty, hilarious, inquisitive - he's everything. What a trip. I don't feel old enough to have a teen, and at the same time, I couldn't picture anything else.

My baby is almost grown. It's heartbreakingly wonderful.