Someone is 15 today. He is one of my best friends and he is hero-worshipped by my two youngest kids. He gives fantastic Christmas presents and he needs Diet Coke to wake up in the morning. He loves Converse and Wicked. He knows all of the words to the Wicked cast recording and doesn’t mind when his Mom sings along, even though she has a dreadful voice. He watches Friends and Buffy when he’s bored. He still goes to family dinner ever Sunday and doesn’t ever complain about it. He prefers cheesecake to any other food in the world and would like someone to hurry and make one that has zero calories and fat grams so that he could finally live his dream of eating it for every meal of every day FOREVER. He’s an avid reader, although his affection for cheesy fiction rivals my own. He doesn’t get too embarrassed by his Mom when she is caught squealing at a midnight Harry Potter book release. He actually enjoys chasing his brother and sister around the house. He gets good grades even with crazy rehearsal schedules. He tolerates having a Mom who sometimes can’t be trusted to pick him up after a party because she sometimes falls asleep at 8pm. And kids these days tend to make their parties last longer than that. He knows when his Mom has had a bad day and often offers to watch the kids so she can relax in the bath. He is truly, and amazing teenager who wows the people who love him every day with his humor, his maturity, his kindness, and his love of his brother and sister. He deserves the best birthday ever.
Happy Birthday, LilZ. I love you.