Eight years. Has it really been eight years? On March 6 - yep, just last week - we had a little celebration in the family. You see, on March 6, 2004, the hubby and I returned from a trip overseas, but brought with us a little passenger: Stanislav Anetov Hristov ... now, just Stan (or Stan the Man, Stanley ... or a whole bunch of other names that I don't think I should print here for fear of embarrassing him - but that's what parents are for, right? LOL).
The timid, shy little boy you see here has now grown into what you might call a typical teenager. Attitude? Yep. Hates high school (well, the school work part of it). Wants to drive. Yep (Lord help us). Has transitioned from "playing" with friends to just "hangin' " (yeah, playing is for babies). Almost half way through high school, and turning 18 later this year. Seriously?! Wow.
Happy Anniversary, Stan.