Days of twelve are numbered.  Twenty-seven days until twelve turns into thirteen.  Twelve has gone so fast.  It’s been good journey, twelve still hugs, and asks mama to please make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich… even though he can do it himself.  It feels good to know that you are still needed, even when they are twelve, or seventeen. Twelve doesn’t say BzzzzBzzz when talking about his favorite toy anymore, that is an adored memory from three.  Twelve has been about new adventures; finishing his first year of middle school, hanging out with friends much longer than before, riding bikes further than before.  About more independence, although, you have always been my most independent child.  Twelve is bittersweet.  I caught you sleeping, no silly faces or running from the camera. Only the content sleep of soon to be thirteen…