Stick A Fork In Him
At this moment, exactly eighteen years ago I was sound asleep in bed. That's because I had been up all night attending the birth of my oldest son who arrived about 4:45 AM. A- is traveling with his high school marching unit this weekend so I'll have to trust his friends to sing Happy Birthday. As he was growing up, I was always able to be around on his birthday despite all my travels for work. So it's ironic A- is the one who's away and not me on this momentous occasion.
It's weird to think that my job of raising him is essentially over. Oh, sure, he's expecting me to pay for his college education, his car repairs, and other miscellaneous stuff. But starting today, he can legally sign contracts, join the army, get credit cards, and vote without my co-sign. No more "If under 18 Parent Must Sign." He's done. Finis.
He didn't turn out too bad if I do say so. Happy Birthday, A-.
K-
Happy Birthday A-. It sounds like you and S did a great job, Kem.
I don't know if this reflects good or ill on us but I have it on good authority that A-'s friends are taking him to Hooter's tonight for his 18th birthday.
K-
Aiyee!! Hooters?? LOL
Wish him a happy birthday from me. I agree with TW, you and S- seem to have done a grand job of raising him!
Happy birthday, A-!
Happy Birthday, A-, from Bush, LA!