I've never been one to be sad on my kids' birthday. While understandable, I don't get the "stop growing up" feels. I honestly love watching them grow, learn independence, try new and scary things, make mistakes and succeed. But, this one. This one hits a little different. Happy #16, B. You never cease to awe and inspire, challenge and encourage. Off you go, kid. And, because you are the oldest young man in the world, I know you will go slowly.