January 29th rolled around just like it does every year and I braced myself…my oldest turned 17! I know, I know, don’t get weepy or sad, don’t reminisce about him being a baby and don’t tell him stories about things he’s done in the past. Well, I must say, I am very proud of myself because I didn’t do any of those things. It was truly a miracle because, I can cry at the first frame of a Hallmark commercial and when it comes to my boys, goodness, tissues can fly! Like I said, I got myself ready and planned the day – decorations, cards, gifts and of course food.
We had a wonderful day and I think the birthday boy loved it too … even the goofy card from his brother, the special gift from dad and the very sweet but sappy card from me. We had a great day full of special birthday wishes and celebrated with cheesecake from one of his favorite local bakeries with a few extra touches just to make it “his.” After 17 years, you’d think I’d have this birthday thing down pat but really, not so much, although I am getting better at it. At the end of the day, I know my boys are growing up and I love how they are finding their own way in life and becoming men that Rob and I are proud of. So, Happy Birthday RCM … Mom loves you!