What were you doing 28 years ago today? Celebrating the Mexican holiday of Cinco de Mayo? Or were you in a labor and delivery room dealing with contractions and listening to the beeping of a fetal monitor? I was doing the ladder!
My baby, my youngest, my son was born on May 5th, 1981. He came into this world all squishy and blotchy, screaming at the top of his lungs. With a wisp of blond hair on his tiny head, he stole my heart from the moment I saw him.
I’ve watched him grow from a little boy to become a responsible, caring young man.
He is a sports fanatic of all kinds. Golf. Baseball. Football. Basketball. Hockey. He devours it all.
He has a passion for cooking and could throw down his rib recipe with the best of chefs.
His Mother’s day brunch is legendary.
…and he loves his mother with all his heart…
He has become a man I have grown to admire because he loves his family beyond measure.
Happy birthday to my baby boy.