Today is my oldest child’s birthday. I was young and scared, and I grew up fast, matured, became somewhat responsible because I had to; he needed me. There is a special bond there; he was the growing up of me. I look at him and see things that no one else does.
This morning, Patsy wished me a Happy “Birth” day, and I knew exactly what she meant. She was there at the hospital that day. After he was born, a nurse came out and said “family” could see me. She barged right in, and if she “mis-spoke” that she was family, it was no lie. She’s more like family to me than many who have blood ties. That baby I had is 42 today, and she’s been my friend for even longer than that. She knows everything there is to know.
That baby, here held by my mother, was 8 lb. 6 oz. at birth and started out tall at 22 inches! He is probably about 10 days old here. See date on side of picture – that was kind of nice back then that they printed month and year right there. Picture has apparently seen a bit of wear and tear over the years and if I had a week to play in PhotoShop, I could clean it up. Also note the ‘70’s Harvest Gold in the sofa – I think the carpeting was Avocado Green!
I won’t show 400 pictures of growth through the years. Just one picture that I’ve always liked.
It was taken a few years ago, but one of the few I’ve got where he’s not annoyed that mom’s out there with the damn camera again. His kids were in the water with him, and he was busy keeping his eyes on them – and not on me and the damn camera!!
Oh, and this one, taken quite a few years ago, with his baby sister, just to show he cleans up pretty good (and the sister is beautiful) – and that’s Joey Fulkerson in the back!
And well, one more. He’s about 15 here, maybe just turned 16? And that’s Patsy. Flew her up from Florida cause I needed a Patsy “fix.” I get that way when we haven’t seen each other in a while.
Better quit before he gets annoyed with me again!!
And today is also Steven Tyler’s birthday, if you care or need to know.
And today is 5 years since I quit smoking. I stopped on Jim’s birthday because I knew that would be a date I’d never forget. After 2 piss-poor attempts at quitting before, this time was the one that would succeed. I have not had a single cigarette in all of these 5 years, not one sneaky one when no one was looking. No cheating at all, and truly, I have no desire or interest in starting back. Too many better things to do with my money than set it on fire.