Whew!

You’d think the weekend would have been celebration enough, and yet, we continue today with the joyous remembrance of the birth of our son! Fortunately for us, unfortunately for him, we are home this year and there is no shindig being hosted at our house. Today’s sticky floors are not attributable to him.

His birth day is pretty much ingrained in my head as it snowed that day, his time of birth was the same numerical stamp as my room number, and they whisked him away from me as they worried about a possible complication. I don’t remember being too concerned, but I was antsy to see him three hours later! He was fine.

So there is a saying in our family which originated with my daughter when she was a little girl. It’s called the “Walking down the street thing.” It goes something like this:

“Son, if I saw you with another mother walking down the street, I’d wish you were my little boy.”

It’s still true today.