Along with the passing blog year, seems another birthday has crept up again for my youngest Son. I keep telling my kids that their birthdays are making me old, but they just keep having them. Slow down already! Wasn't it just yesterday that I was giving birth to my little 9lb-3oz "Special Angel" baby? Feels like it. My body hasn't even recovered and here you are turning 31! When you strike it rich, you can pay for the tummy tuck, mister. (have them suck out a few extra pounds while you're at it) I'll allow you to coordinate with your siblings on the face lift, boob job and bladder suspension. The butt lift can wait, I sit on it too often to consider stitches.
All joking aside... kinda... you are just as wonderful at 31, as you have always been. Thank you for a blessed 31 years, and not one of those years, even in your teens, have you ever been ashamed to tell me you love me, kiss me hello and goodbye and provide the best hugs a mother could ever hope for. Momma loves you very much! Papa does too, but this ain't his blog and he doesn't even read it, so I get to say what I want.
Here's hoping your birthday is rain-free, the lasagna is filling (and I can remember how to make it) and the water is not too cold. Please bring your own towel, Momma hates doing laundry.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, I LOVE YOU!"
Who could resist that sweet face?
Ready to go play on the beach
You and little sister, Halloween at school
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