Today I had to fill out a form and one of the questions was the ages of my children.
I wrote down 18,17,16,11.
I stopped and looked at the numbers and breathed deeply.
Looking at those numbers, and considering my life,
Things aren´t going badly at all.
Happy Birthday to my eldest son, Thomas.
Can´t believe it was 16 years ago today.
I remember leaving the nursery, and walking to the payphone in the hospital, phoning my mom and dad in Ontario, and telling them it was a boy.
Our first boy.
Seems like yesterday.
Really.
Did you give him his birthday butt punch or kick in the groin? If not then what were you thinking?
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