Happy Birthday, G-Man...

Wow...My baby is 18 today. I should be happy but I am kind of sad.

I love being a Mom.

G-man, you make being a Mom fun....

Well except for the first few years when you were a living terror and we wondered who spawned you or if I took the wrong baby home...

You could cause some damage with a whiffle bat - and putting beads up your nose - what was that about?

But that is behind you (and us) now - thank the Lord.

You went from holy terror to holy shit that kid can play ball - any kind of ball. Three sports at a time, running me ragged trying to keep up with you.

You matured (physically) faster than any kid I know. I learned to keep your birth certificate close at hand to prove that you could not drive yourself to the game no matter what the opposing coach implied..

And that 16-yr old lifeguard we caught you with when you were 12 - geez! What were you thinking? Don't answer that...

Look at you now...

The last four years it has been just you and me (and all your friends) at home and I think we make a good team. We look out for each other...(BTW, thanks for caring enough to give every guy I go out with the third degree, but you can ease up a bit, ok? I know I find the biggest assholes, but still...)

I am happy for you for all you have accomplished and proud of who you are.

It is going to be a bittersweet year for me...

For you, I hope this year is full of health, happiness, fond farewells, and exciting new opportunities.

I love you G-Man.