Today is my oldest son’s birthday. He turned 17 years old today. To be honest, I have no idea at all where the time has gone. It doesn’t seem like it’s been 17 years since that magical day that he was born. Having him was one of the best moments of my life. I loved him long before he was born but at the first moment I saw him I was crazy in love with him. On the day he was born I recall thinking he was the most beautiful and perfect little being I had ever seen. On his first night at home, RB and I sat on each side of the bassinnette, looking down at our son in absolute amazement. At one point we looked at each other and both said that we couldn’t even believe that we’d done that, that we’d created such an amazing, beautiful baby. I remember for his first Christmas we bought a baby toy or two or three or ten, and a bunch of clothes. He was only a month old but already we knew we wished that we could give him the world. He’s grown up a lot now. He’s a young man making his own decisions – some right and some wrong. We don’t always see eye to eye on things but that’s normal. He’s such a handsome young man. Unfortunately he isn’t nuts about having his picture taken for some reason. I have no idea why that is. After all I still think, 17 years later, that he is one of the most beautiful human beings that I have ever seen. Happy birthday baby! I love you so very much!