Twenty-one years ago...
... the Boy followed his sister into the world!
From the start, he was a sweet, easy-going baby.
A good sleeper, a good eater, and a good cuddler,
he explored the world around him and thoughtfully took note.
He was a funny-looking little manny; my ob/gyn said,
"He looks just like Mister Magoo!"
But he grew into a handsome boy and young man.
(Nope. No trace of Mister Magoo here.)
While other mothers complained about their uncontrollable crazy-boys...
...I just replied, "I don't have one of those."
Oh, he liked his Legos and toy swords and wrestling with his buds,
but from an early age he loved to read, read, read.
We spent many happy afternoons at the bookstore,
reading and browsing and bringing home bags and bags of books.
(A boy in his natural habitat, on the couch with a dog and a book.)
His transition through puberty seemed to last about ten minutes,
because he went from being an thoughtful, kind, mature kid
to a thoughtful, kind, mature young adult
without making a stop at the exasperating out-of-control teen stage.
(Nope. Nothing familiar about this.)
He has a great sense of humor (which means we find the same things funny)
and he loves to find a video or story or turn of phrase to make the rest of the family laugh.
Although it's in his nature to be the designated driver,
on August eighth I plan to share a (legal) fruit-infused alcoholic drink
with my smoothie-lovin' boy.
Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy!
You are a delight.
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