15 is no longer 15. He turned 16 this past Saturday. Our gift to him was 2 tickets to go see Jerry Seinfeld live. He was in town on Saturday and we thought it would be a perfect gift. It was. He went with 18 which I also think was special for the 2 of them to do something special and fun together and they had a blast.
We have scheduled his driving test for 2 weeks from now because he made the grades that we set as a goal and so he will get his license. He's leaving tomorrow to go to Cocoa Beach with some friends and will be back on Sunday. I think overall he's having a good summer.
This is my easy going child. I can't look at him and not smile. It's like a reflex. The bad stuff just rolls off of him. He takes it all in stride and has one of the best outlooks on life I've ever seen. I wish I could take all the credit for this and say that my nurturing made him this fabulous person but alas he has taught me probably as much as I have tried to impart on him. He quietly shakes his head at things and lets it all slide because "mom, does it really matter?" "Is that really a big deal in life?" It's like he read all those self-help books like "Don't Sweat The Small Stuff" and "The Power of Positive Thinking" in the womb and just came out living all those ideals. Don't get me wrong, he's not perfect- who is?- but he's darn happy with who he is and let me tell you, so am I.