I’m not super sentimental or nostalgic. I’m the person who throws most things away because “you can’t keep everything.” But if you’re reading this Wednesday, Nov. 15 — today you get a bit of sentimentality. You see, today is my son’s 11th birthday.

I’m writing this on the last day I’m the mother of a 10-year-old, his last day as a 10-year-old. Monday, as I was running around taking photos, I felt like I got hit with a ton of bricks. Every once in the while there’s something that makes you realize how fast time flies. Or so the saying goes “The days are long, but the years are short.”

As I look at my braces-wearing, video-game-playing, dog-loving son, I long for the days in which he was a baby. At the same time, I look forward to seeing the person he grows into.

I don’t want to embarrass my son (I mean, I do, but not in the newspaper), and I don’t think it’s fair that I reveal too much of his personal life without his permission. But I will say just a few more brief things about this amazing human.

My son is kind, loving and caring. He helps out, mostly without complaint, on all of the projects I drag him on.

When I tell him that “we have to work,” he doesn’t give me grief. Vincent pitches in serving meals to those less fortunate at the community table. This will be the fourth year that he will dress as an elf and accompany a Santa to deliver Christmas gifts to families in need.

He has taken part in Clean Stream and five of the six United Bank of Union Project United projects.

Many of you will remember when he shaved his head — without my permission or knowledge — so a friend with cancer wouldn’t feel alone.

He took part in the Kiwanis Peanut Days drive and is in his second year in Student Council and K-Kids at Clark-Vitt Elementary.

But he isn’t only service-minded. Vincent is so smart. He loves coding and gets a monthly box of coding projects (BitsBox) from his aunt and uncle.

He’s also great at creating stop motion projects and is so artistic. His mind is constantly going. He reads at a high school level and has for some time.

Yet he moves at his own pace. He’s always been a little pokey. In fact, he was 10 days late for his own birthday . . .

Vincent loves Minecraft and, more recently, Zelda. He still is hanging on to Pokemon and is starting to show an interest in baseball cards. He loves the Cardinals, even though he’s not a huge baseball fan.

And he loves fishing, mostly with his dad and grandpas. He has two fishing trophies from the Elks annual fishing derby.

I’m not just bragging on him to pat myself on the back for his accomplishments. I just feel so incredibly lucky.

Life is so fleeting, but so special, and I’m just thankful that my husband and I get to watch him grow and mature into such an awesome person.

I’ve already said more than I planned to, I’m just so proud. My heart is full today, and all of the days.

But today, I just want to wish Vincent the happiest of birthdays.