Today is Paul's 27th birthday. It's hard to believe how fast those years have flown by. I was telling him yesterday that he was born when I was his age. I'd been married for three years, had five miscarriages and lots of fertility treatments not to mention weekly trips to the doctor getting a shot in my butt for the first 16 weeks of my pregnancy.
His arrival was a greatly celebrated moment even if they did have to drag him out of my body after hours and hours of labor. I wouldn't let him out of my sight. When we got home I was so afraid I'd do something wrong that I broke out in hives for the first and only time in my life.
I'm so proud of the man Paul has become. I snitched a picture from his Flickr album that shows his gentle smile and the devilish twinkle in his eyes that keeps you wondering what's next.







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