I am now officially the parent of a teenager. A lanky teenager who eats twice what I do, even though I'm training for an Ironman. A savvy teenager who teaches me IM slang and shows me all the "good" YouTube videos. A handsome teenager with the most gorgeous eyes, although you'd never know it because he wears his hair in front of them. A sweet teenager who likes to hang out with me in my office and just told me that I'm "looking really, really skinny lately."
I thought I'd feel old when this day came. But actually I just feel blessed.