And I can't possibly believe it. Where has the time gone? I remember it, as it was just yesterday (no, seriously……it was) the day he was born. It was a Sunday. I had just gone through 36 hours (YES! 36 HOURS!) of labor. It wasn't pretty. I screamed. I yelled. I cried. And yes….I swore. "Only I didn't say 'fudge'. I said THE word; the queen mother of all dirty words — the F-dash-dash-dash word!" (Ralphie via A Christmas Story), but it's true, I said it. I think to my Mom…or my Dad…..but either one, they forgave me, cause they love me! Parents are great that way! ;) It was New Year's Eve, but since I had been in labor for like forever, and it was a Sunday…..I couldn't figure out why NO ONE was answering their phone, to share our goods news. I mean really, it was a Sunday night….the LAST night in 1989…the LAST night of the 80's (hair bands, the breakfast club, leg warmers and flashdance) where could everyone be? Totally didn't "get" that it was New Year's Eve. Oh well.
Anyway – back to my boy. He's been a joy. Loves his Mom and Dad. And his sister (more than she even knows), and his relatives. Will do anything for the fam. Loves football. Loves school (sorta). Likes to be sarcastic (always). Thinks he's pretty cool (he is). Makes us laugh (at him as much as with him!). Is happy. And he is 21. Where did the time go? Bittersweet. Happy, yet sad. Excited, yet apprehensive. Wishing my boy, Tyson…..all the best. Happy 21st Birthday to you! You make us proud! We love you, oh so much! Celebrate! Be smart! Hugs!