Thirty two years ago today I was really fat and sweating in a teeny tiny garage apartment and spending every possible moment in the shower. The water temperature was lower than the temperature in the apartment. I don’t remember if we had an exceptionally sweltering August that year or if it just felt that way because I was two weeks overdue w/child. The cradle was ready and waiting and I was packed and anxious to leave for the hospital. I remember the night before, sitting on the top step to our second floor porch, in the dark, gazing up at the Moon and stars and dreaming of holding a baby, probably blonde and blue-eyed. I didn’t know if it would be a boy or a girl. Less than 24 hours later, a Sunday, (both my kids were Sunday’s children) I was holding a beautiful little boy named Michael. What a day that was. Life has never been the same since… lol. Here he is today.
Happy Birthday Michael. I Love You, Buddy. Can’t wait to celebrate on Tuesday night at the concert!
PS If a video shows up here without a post while I’m gone, plz don’t comment on it. I have to put it in a post. This holds true for always.