Happy birthday to my son, Shane Patrick. Yes, his birthday is today. Wish we lived closer so we could celebrate. He was my third baby. I thought he was my last. I spent so much time with him enjoying every minute. When he went to kindergarten it was so hard on him and me. It didn't help that it was all day that year. I remember my husband calling home and having to leave work and come and get me. He took me out to lunch. On the way back home we drove by the school. Shane was on the playground and I lost it again. I think my husband said something to the fact that I was on my own from that point. Shane used to ask the teacher all day long and all year long "how many more hours" until he could go home. He volunteered me for everything. I put a picture of he and I in his lunch box to try to help. Then he grew up. He fell in love at age 15 to his beautiful wife.....in this picture. He went far away to college. When he told me he got accepted at the college he went to, I said, It's not funny, go to your room." Yes, I really did. Then when he graduated he was in the Army and stationed in Hawaii.....then went to Bosnia.....then to Afghanistan. That was also "not funny."
His job is really"not funny". But you have to give them wings........ You miss them but you are proud of what they become. He is a wonderful Dad. This morning he said he was on a treasure hunt with his son for St. Patrick's Day.
Love this boy. It's okay to still call him that right?