18 years ago yesterday I was bringing a triangular shaped head into the world. My oldest son left skid marks, according to my doctor. We were playing cards and watching Mash when things got into full swing and he was born.
My oldest son is a sweetheart. He's tender hearted, generally kind, and as handsome as a mother could wish. He's not quite the paragon of goodness and faith that I'd like, but he's good, and he tries.
All day I kept picturing a video we took of him when he was little and my husband was going through body parts with him, pointing them out and having him tell what they were. It was the cutest thing you ever saw, and my son was a doll. I try to keep from thinking that a year from now he will be preparing to go on a mission.
He spent his bday at Drill -- coming home in time for dinner and cake and ice cream with grandma and grandpa. sigh. He's growing up and I can't do anything about it. It's enough to make you want to invest in Klennex...
The photo is from last years bday...sigh. He looks even older now. Amazing what a year can do.
2 comments:
Oh man, I've got that birthday coming up in just a couple of months as well. My oldest turns 18 at the end of August.
I can't believe that she will officially be an adult in just a few months. It would be insane if she weren't the awesomest teen I ever did meet. =) =)
Are you going to post photies of your boy on his birthday? =) =)
We didn't even get the camera out! I don't know what I was thinking...He is having a bday party this week. I'll snap some photos then. ;)
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