He’s coming home in two, three days – but today, he turned 21. And Cincinnati, is not really that far — so in the middle of mind-boggling chaos, we showed up to take him to lunch, at this beautiful brewery, that was a former church — and I am speechless at how beautiful it is here.Â I have no idea, why the browser keeps showing this sideways…
And, for his birthday, I made him a Guinness Cake — along with candles, and left it, college-boy style, in a ziplock bag, with the candles ready to go for later that night.
Before I left, I hugged him, and told him that “we’ve come a long way since the day you were born.” Â I confessed how afraid I was that someone was going to find out how I wasn’t doing anything right — the bath, getting the diaper on straight — and I had such a hard time mastering swaddling, that I was sure someone was going to find out and take you away. Â But look — you’re still here, and you’re still mine!
Happy Birthday to both of you!! (because it means just as much, if not more, to the moms, than it does to the kiddos.) xoxo