It just can't be

It just can't be - rather he just can't be. Son #1 turned 18 on October 9th. I started the week by going to the Hallmark store to secure the perfect card for the boy-turned man's 18th birthday. Between the corny "you're 18 " cards (which I'm fairly certain were just the you're "8" cards that they added a "1" to) and all the Son, its your birthday and blah, blah, blah dumb humor cards, I was feeling a little despondent. So I moved into the "E-mo" section (as the kids would say). That was a quick trip because Hallmark in all its gushy glory came raging down on me and in a matter of minutes I had tears in my eyes and had to flee the store before I embarrassed myself. I ended up spending 2 hours on Wednesday night making my own card (It took awhile because all my crafting stuff was still in boxes... that and I kept getting teary-eyed). Here was my final result

It says, " Love the boy you were... Love the man you are..."

Inside: Love having you for a son. I may not be able to hold you

in my arms like I did when you were small but I will always

be able to hold you in my heart.

It's just amazing that the baby on the left became the boy/man on the right... and lest you think it was all sniffles on my part, there was a bit of humor to the whole event. Before I went to bed on the 8th we had the following text exchange:

Me: In less than 4 hours you will be 18!

T: Ha Ha, thanks mom!

Me: Yea we can laugh now but 18 years ago you were 2 weeks overdue and I'd been in labor for 12 hours and wasn't thinking it was too funny. Except that the epidural made my right leg so numb it kept falling off the bed and I couldn't move it back!

T: Thanks for the essay on my birth. Me being late is where I get my procrastination from - ha!

Me: You're welcome, you know me always trying to help! I think its where you get your drive and determination... You worked hard to get here!