My oldest son is turing 30, there…I have said it. My son is turning 3 – 0, no longer a teen-ager, no longer in his twenties. I always said to him, “you are one of my favorite things about life”. When you were 2 years old – all you wanted was for me to read you bedtime stories. You loved stories about Trucks, and large Trucks, and I never could read for very long. Since I always fell asleep while reading to you, I was tired from a long day.
I am proud to be your Mom, I am proud of the adult you have become. Although I could spend hours recounting all of the wonderful blessings in my life, the day you were born was the best day ever. 30 years ago you were born on Easter Sunday, what a special day to come into the world.