Many years ago, on this day, I gave birth to my first child. Michael was (and still is) perfect. My sweet boy and I did everything together for two years until his baby brother was born. While Dad was at work, we two developed a special bond that I still feel now. We were tight. Better than best buddies. A world of just us.
My life was entirely devoted to him. He didn’t have a babysitter. I didn’t trust anyone (except on rare occasion my mom) with my little treasure. Everything he did was wonderful to me. One of my favorite memories was the first time he saw dust motes slanting in with the sunlight through a window. He reached for them and looked at me with delighted wonder as they swirled, so tiny and out of reach.
With boys, it’s hard to know when to pull back on the sentimentality. I think now is probably good. Mike is his own man now, with a house and a career and, best of all, a wife who loves him well. They recently visited for five days and I didn’t hear one cross word between them the whole time. And his wonderful life is all I could have wished for him way back when he was born on this very same day.
Cynthia Harrison 
Okay nobody is going to tweet this because I did not put it on Twitter! Its a FB friend kind of post:)
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He has my eyes:)
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Happy Birthday to your first born. You did good mom:)
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Thanks Sharon! He’s so sweet! Love him, love him, love him. And he would die of rolling eyes if he saw this.
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Cindy I feel that way with Will Marie was born 4 years later, Will and I do have a bond and he would do anything for me and I wouldn’t have to ask. You raise them to be their own person and stand on their own 2 feet and you have raised a perfect son with a perfect wife for him………. good job xo
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Thanks Aunt Wese! I couldn’t have asked for more!
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