How can it possibly be that my Ry-Guy is 18 years old now? It seems like only yesterday, we sat on the "sidelines" of the dance studio while Amanda took ballet lessons. Ryan used to sit so quietly and patiently in my lap. Now, he's six feet and one inch tall...and the lap-sitting days are long gone.
Ryan really does not like me to take any photographs of him. Even if I do manage to get a picture of him, he stealthily picks up my camera when I'm not looking and deletes them! Turkey!
He asked for a peanut butter cake this birthday. It was extremely sweet and rich, but .... YUM! If you like peanut butter, you would love this cake.
Happy Birthday, Ryan! I love you and am so proud of you!