happy birthday, izaiah!

Ten years ago, I was just starting the seventh grade. It was humid. I was wearing a lime green shirt and baggy, wide-leg pants and skater shoes (yep, I was that guy). All day, I waited anxiously to be pulled from class and told my cousin was born. Ah, no such luck. I really wanted to get out of algebra that day! After school, we raced to the hospital where I got to meet Izaiah.

I can't believe he is ten years old. I helped to raise him! He's a goofball and already in his last year in elementary school. That blows my mind, considering I remember the day he was born. I wasn't the baby anymore. We actually had a real baby! And now that baby is ten. Happy birthday, kid!