Today is my son's (my oldest child's) birthday. He is now 47. His wife turned 47 in July. They don't seem at all bothered about their age. They just wonder when they can start getting senior discounts. I'm a little perplexed about their age. I don't understan how my son can be 47 when I still feel 47 inside (until I catch a glimpse of my reflection, of course). When I gave birth to my son I only had six hours of labor. I credit the Mexican food I had eaten the night before for such a quick delivery. In honor of that occasion, the family gathered this evening for dinner in a Mexican restaurant. How very appropriate.
Happy Birthday, dear son, happy birthday to you.
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