Here is something a mother never forgets:
22 years ago this morning, I was pacing a hospital hallway, GIGANTICALLY, ENORMOUSLY pregnant with my second baby. He was two week overdue. I had the waist circumference of a mid-size theater. I had not eaten bacon (or a lot of other things) in nine months. I was pretty sure, in the weird, pregant way you get by the end, that I just wasn’t ever going to have a baby.
Ah, but after most of a day, my (big!!) Miles arrived, looking exactly like his grandma Lurealean (and still does, if you look past the dredlocks and tattoos). We fell asleep together and he didn’t leave my arms again for about year. He’s still stubborn (Taurus and year of the Ox) and adorable and cuddly, but it’s an entirely different thing to be hugged tight by a 6’4" man than it was that adorable, wild haired boy.
Happy birthday, Miles!
(He doesn’t get on the internet much, but I’m going to make him come read this. Sing along with me, everybody…."Happy Birthday to you….you live in a zoo…." )
EDIT: We did actually go to the zoo. They have lion cubs and I couldn’t get a picture. I did capture kids in the wild, however….