One of my kids is 26 today. My First Son, fourth baby, born on a spring day. He was quite the miracle, being born into a family of five already-there sisters. Brave little fellow, no? For quite a few years he was the most fabulous, though now and then a rascally, pet. We were all so amazed at how he was such a BOY! And yes, being a seasoned mother of daughters, I am here to report that boy babies are much different than girl ones, and I don't just mean their gender. This little man roared when he cried. No. My girls did not sound like that at all. He stomped on bugs. No. The girls collected and cared for bugs, or threw things up in the air and took off in dramatic flight.
I spoke with him this morning. Teased him about his rotten choice of MLB team; we always laugh when we talk. He is hoping for a Berry Cobbler for his birthday, but he is out of luck, since I have quit baking altogether (and lost 28+lbs!). Wow. It is just hard to believe that he is 26. Kind of mind-boggling, if you don't mind my saying so.
Having a typical spring day, with a burst now and then, of sunshine, then dark and blustery with rain, and in it all is the startling beauty of flowers, vineyards, the mountain ranges wearing shadows and new leaves. A vision of heaven on Earth.
Happy Birthday, Seth Owen! You are a Love, and so loved.