Happy 5th to My Baby
He doesn't like it when I call him my baby. He doesn't understand I'm not calling him a baby. But, he will always be my baby. He arrived at a time when most mothers are planning graduations and even weddings. He arrived and soothed my frazzled nerves. He slept well, ate well. His was a life of calm and relaxation. He allowed me to stop and cherish moments. With six older siblings, somehow he knew what I needed and handed it to me on a soft pillow of baby love. Sleeping with his buddy, Patrick. Since then, he's been my almost constant companion. We spend our days together, running errands, playing and whatever else comes up. And interspersed are his frequent hugs and kisses. He is a lovey boy. Someday, I will miss this time with him. This I know. He is already branching out, wanting to spread his little wings. And, I'll let him go, when I must. For now, he is my boy, my youngest and forever and ever- my b...