Today my first-born son is 34 years old. It seems like he was just a baby yesterday, and I wasn’t much older.

I didn’t know it was possible to love someone that much until this five-weeks-premature space alien bobbled his head to one side and looked directly into my eyes. And I knew right away I would kill to protect him.

Which was good, because the six months of colic might have driven me over the edge if I didn’t love him so much.

Happy birthday, Mike!

3 thoughts on “Birthday

  1. …and 34 yrs. ago today, I turned 26. Happy Birthday to your son, Susie and, yes, I also would have killed for my babies. Fortunately, I didn’t have to:)
    ps NPR reported this morning that I (and your son) share a birthday with George Stephanopoulas and… (damn) Glenn Beck. However, the one and only Jimmy Durante was a Feb 10 baby:)

  2. Hey, it’s my little brother’s birthday today as well.

    I know what you mean about being surprised by how much you love your baby. I was never one to ooh and ahh over babies – and didn’t expect to be gooey. However, the minute I saw my daughter it was instant LOVE!
    I had no idea that it would be so much like falling in love. I had no idea that she would draw out strength and guts and patience I didn’t know I had. She just required it, is all.
    She also drove me nuts.
    Also – I had no idea how often it would be so much fun!
    What a very nice surprise!

    Happy Birthday to your son, and Happy Mike’s Mother Day to you.

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