Today is my son’s sixteenth birthday. It is truly amazing how quickly time goes by, and measuring it by your children makes it especially bittersweet.
I remember the day he was born. He was so little — only six pounds, seven ounces. He looked like a skiiny little bird, but so beautiful. He had a little baby boy doll that looked exactly like him, and he used to take him everywhere. I would sing to him all the time, changing the words of soothing songs to be about him. He never complained. Why? Because he couldn’t speak yet of course.
My son is the nicest person. He is handsome and polite. He is good at chess and tennis. He is kind to everybody. He is smart and accomplished in school. I love him madly.
Happy birthday gorgeous. I hope sixteen is your best year ever.
Peter Luger’s anyone?