Today is my son's birthday. Thirty two years ago, he struggled to come into the world, while I struggled to stay. We had a very difficult birth and because of that I learned never to take anything for granted, especially him. I was blessed.
I look at him today, as he interacts with his two sons. I wonder if he knows how lucky he is....how precious he is to me....and how much I have learned from him? Happy Birthday Bobby. You mean the world to me!