Kyle turned 18 today. It makes me feel incredibly old because I raised him when he was a baby. He was born 18 years ago. 18 years ago, my life went to Hell. Which makes it sound like it’s his fault but it’s not.
I found this picture of him today while I was cleaning the bedroom and going through boxes that I haven’t yet unpacked. It is of his second Halloween. He was a year old at the time and was dressed in footie pajamas with a Treasure Troll headpiece that had a bib (remember the baby trolls? anyone?) attached to it. The best part? The purple troll hair. In the picture, Kelly was off to side, dressed up as Wolverine and trying to get Kyle to smile for the camera.
It is one of my favorite pictures. I’m glad that I somehow managed to end up with it.
