Sixteen years ago today, my life changed.
I became a mother.
From day one, he’s looked and acted just like his father. He loves anything mechanical, military or guns. He could watch the History Channel for days on end. He loves detailed videos games, where I haven’t got the eye hand coordination to play more than Mario.
But regardless of our difference, I will occasionally get a glimpse of me in him. When he has his face buried in a book for days at a time, and binge reads a new (to him) author’s entire backlist. When he trips over air and face plants…
He is one of the best things I have ever been involved in creating.
Happy Birthday. I love you.