Today my little boy turned 10. He's no longer the little baby with chubby thighs, or the toddler with a crazy menagerie of imaginary friends. He's not even a little kid anymore. He's entered the world of tweendom, and every moment I see the changes. I've always watched the aging of my children with a combination of glee, excitement and dread. I love them as their little selves, all cute and cuddly and innocent, but I've learned that I love them as their older selves as well. I love see the lovely young adults they turn into, and enjoy having more grown up conversations with them. But today I enjoyed the simple joy of a boy turning 10, and being showered with love by his whole family. Because he is love and light and joy, and he deserves the best of days. I thank the Universe, God, and whomever else I can think of for giving me this unexpected present every single day.