Today is my first child's birthday. Actually, it's his 48th birhtday, which is really hard to imagine. He was such a cute, chubby baby, and hungry, always hungry. He survived and thrived through a lacerated kidney, space camp, Harvey Mudd and so much more. Now he's a tall lean middle age man, a wonderful husband and father of two lovely teenage girls and he has a job that he loves. All in all everything I could have hoped for him. Happy Birthday, baby boy.
PS My slightly older friends tell me that you don't really feel OLD until your first born turns fifty. Two years to go/
No comments:
Post a Comment