Today is Will's 18th birthday. He asked me last night what time he was born. I had to admit that I couldn't remember the exact time...I knew it was sometime around 8 in the morning....but I could look it up. So last night, after he went to bed, I found his baby book and looked it up. I left him a note in the kitchen....I told him he was born at 7:51 am and I was sorry I couldn't remember the exact time. You see I wasn't looking at the clock....I was looking for someone to show me the precious boy that had just been born. And although I didn't know the "minute"....I could never forget the "moment."
Will is my third child....and I was the third child. We may not have had our parents all to ourselves at the beginning of our life, but we certainly had their love as well as the love of siblings who aided in our raising. Our mothers may not remember the exact time we were born, but it's our infancy they tried to hold onto the hardest. And yet we were the ones who grew up the fastest as we had siblings to keep up with. But once the baby, always the baby....even at 18, even at 51.
The baby playing in his sisters' playhouse....
The 18 year old's loot from his friends.......he came home with dozens of cupcakes and cookies and balloons and cards. Hmmmm, no wonder his friends are way more important to him than his mama these days. We took him to eat at Pappadeaux and he chose Frog Legs for dinner. Frog Legs and Cupcakes for dessert. Yum.