Tuesday, October 27, 2015

He Was the First

Last week, my firstborn son celebrated his birthday, and I neglected to note it here on the blog.

In 1983, this boy made me a mother.
Then in 2011, he made me a grandmother, when his identical twin girls were born.

I went on to have four more beloved sons. And now I have three more precious grandkids (not to mention the two currently in utero!).

Let me be clear: I do not have favorites; with my boys it's a five-way tie.

But he was the first, the one who started it all.

So thank you, my son--a million times, thank you.  And Happy Birthday!


  1. So sweet! I love both of my kids equally but I do sort of think the first holds a special place in my heart...he's the original baby after all! But shhhh....don't tell the other one!

    1. Ha ha! When he was little our youngest once told me, in all seriousness, that he knew he was the favorite, because the baby is always the favorite. "Don't worry, Mom, I won't tell the others." It's been an ongoing family joke for many years that they are all constantly vying for favorite status. It can get really funny at times. (I think when kids do that, they know deep down that you love them all equally.)