...a quarter of a century
...a dozen eggs plus a baker's dozen donuts
...the number of zoos we've probably visited in his lifetime
...the number of hours I was in labor (okay, not actual labor....but close)
...percent of my hair is gray (8 percent attributed to him)
...reasons I love him
...reasons I'm proud of him
...one-liners, inside jokes and laughs involving him that sneak up on me and bring me a smile.
Happy Birthday son of mine. First born male who rode the wave of his parent's dysfunction and survived. Dad and I are so proud of the young man you've become.
You've added color, sound and fragrance (mixed blessing) to our lives. Thank you for being such an incredible guinea pig and all around fabulous first child.
"May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you In the palm of his hand."