My baby boy is 20! How did that happen? He is officially older than me now. Not sure how that happened, but it does.
Every year on their birthdays, I wake the kids telling them about the day they were born. I really pour on the drama. They roll over in bed, with a very audible groan, and cover their heads. They humor me - such good kids. I try to make it a little more dramatic every year. It really is difficult to do this without laughing my head off at their reactions. This year I decided to do something different - I would tell him about the day he was conceived! Ha! He didn't see that coming! He's been dreading it all week! This morning when I woke him, I told him it was time. Groan.....cover head....roll over.... Then I told him all this crap about Star Wars, midi-chlorians, cabbage patches and our love that made this little creature grow. So I spared him the true facts that no kid wants to hear - no matter how old you are!
I love you buddy! You have really added so much to our lives. I am so glad we found you in that cabbage patch!