I realize this is of no interest to anyone but me..but...my first born turned 54 yesterday. No, it isn't difficult for me to believe. I am finally beginning to feel it, KNOW it in my heart. I remember being shocked when I hit 50. Then 60, it seemed overnight. Now, 72, 73 in October!
When they brought him to me he looked as though he had been in a bad fight! He was born nearly a month late. He was due July 28th and was born August 23rd. His little hand gripped my finger..and we knew one another. You know what I mean? Of course you do...
But..as I said..this only means something to me. Just feeling my age..and that is a foreign feeling to me. I wonder why I am suddenly, or it seems suddenly, feeling like that. A year ago I was still jumping off things..and running up the driveway. Howard and I moved two entire storage units..one, the biggest they have and the second a smaller one, with my little pickup truck. Just the large items such as the refrigerator....never mind. I am rambling. It's just that I can't imagine trying to do that today. So...what's up with that??
It's just that he, we used to call him "Little Pat" is now sporting a beard. Now he is just "Pat." His grin is still adorable..and he still looks at me with such love in his eyes. That look makes me know that the years mean nothing. He is still my baby boy.
I think I'll go put on a Beatrix Potter or Jane Austin movie and that will make me feel better. It always does! You know what I mean? Of course you do!
Love and smiles..