Happy Birthday.

About fourteen years ago, on a cold February afternoon, my oldest son Al entered the world. I was in labor over 24 hours so I can tell you I was so relieved. Because my labor was so long, they kept him a little longer than they kept me so they could make sure he was ok. I was so devastated. I wanted to bring him home with me. My folks tried to reassure me that everything would be alright (I have great great great parents, btw, and will have to write about the gifts they have given me when I’ve had each of my kids), but I wanted my baby. He came home about two days later, and we’ve never been the same. LOL. We’re getting ready for him to start high school. Then college. Sometimes he takes things too easy (I think teenagers are the payback for every scandalous thing the parents even THOUGHT of doing, so you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I’m telling you why… LOLOL) , but overall, I’m proud of him and happy to be his mom.

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