He is the child that most people only ever dream about. As a baby, he rarely cried. He happily sat, wherever I put him, smiling and gazing about the room. He chewed on the cat's ear, he played with his toys, he just laid down and slept whenever he got tired. He didn't fight with other kids. If someone else wanted the Lego he was playing with, he just gave it to them. He never bit or pinched or hit. He was a diplomat in school and always got excellent grades. He adores his little sister and treats her like a princess. He comes home at curfew, calls whenever he heads somewhere unexpected, and admits to his mistakes. He likes Classic Rock and animals, his long hair and retro fashions. He is an artist and a scholar. He has an incredible sense of humor and is handsome to boot. For seventeen years he has been the light of my life. I am so, so grateful for the mistakes and choices that led me to become his mother and the strength and support to remain so.
He and "Elaine" at his Birthday Dinner.
With his Frank Sinatra t-shirt...
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