Five Years
Five years ago now, I was at the hospital with the Mrs. I was nervously pacing and carrying on. And we’d already been there for several hours. The Mrs. was hooked up to an IV. And we were many hours away from one of the happiest moments of our lives.
Happy birthday, Junior.
Wow, it’s been five years. I can’t recall a time when she wasn’t here.
June 18th, 2009 at 9:23 am
It was a great day for me also.
June 18th, 2009 at 10:43 am
Happy Birthday!
June 18th, 2009 at 10:59 am
Happy birthday, Junior!
June 18th, 2009 at 11:06 am
Happy Birthday, Junior!
Just remember one thing, it’s a secret parents have, if they knew what they were missing before they had you, they would have thrown themselves out of a window. So when you want that red convertible when you’re sixteen, and they say “no” at first, just keep on asking for it.
June 18th, 2009 at 12:48 pm
I’m in moderation. (Ok, maybe you don’t want your kid to know what I said.)
June 18th, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Happy Birthday to Junior! Have another piece of cake for me.