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Jonathan's birthday is tomorrow. For the few of you on here who have known him since before we were teenagers, the fact that he's going to be one tomorrow probably sounds a little on the creepy side--he's always been the immature, annoying li'l guy, hasn't he?
I can't say he's really grown up (not that I've seen, anyway, but my parents say he's very well-behaved if I'm not home), aside from being a little taller each time I see him, but hey, it's life, and time marches on whether you're ready for it to do so or not.
As for me, I'm having a very hard time coming to terms, first, with his adolescence, but more importantly, with the fact that I'm two hundred miles away and feel like I need to be there for him. Sporadic e-mails sent at all hours of the night, scattered IM conversations, and perhaps an actual conversation every three weeks ago don't do justice to the MooMoo/FooFoo rapport.
So, that said, happy early birthday, Foof--I miss you and I love you.
I can't say he's really grown up (not that I've seen, anyway, but my parents say he's very well-behaved if I'm not home), aside from being a little taller each time I see him, but hey, it's life, and time marches on whether you're ready for it to do so or not.
As for me, I'm having a very hard time coming to terms, first, with his adolescence, but more importantly, with the fact that I'm two hundred miles away and feel like I need to be there for him. Sporadic e-mails sent at all hours of the night, scattered IM conversations, and perhaps an actual conversation every three weeks ago don't do justice to the MooMoo/FooFoo rapport.
So, that said, happy early birthday, Foof--I miss you and I love you.