Twelve

Twelve.
Here we are.
Suddenly, it seems.
12 feels so much bigger than I’m ready for.
The last year before I have a teenager.
This year has felt harder than some. You’re kind of difficult some days, I struggle sometimes understanding what you’re feeling and how to help. But I’m trying.
You’re almost as tall as I am now... you’re a lot closer to adulthood than to the chubby little baby I sat and rocked in what seems like a different lifetime...
I love you always, further than the moon and back, easy times or hard.
Happy birthday, Benny.