35 years ago, on a dark and stormy night, God sent me an angel to have for my very own for awhile. Steven Michael weighed in at 9lbs, 6 oz and was a long 24 inches. The hospital made me take him home even tho I didn't have the faintest idea what to do with a baby! Today he is a strapping 6ft 6 inches, has a lovely wife named Kelly, a baby of his own on the way, and his own succesful geology business. Everything I could ever have wished for this child has come true and I am so grateful. Who would have ever thunk it? Me so proud.
Now, for the dark side of my son: I called him to sing my customary off-key rendition of Happy Birthday, and he responded with "Thank you Mom, that's very nice. Say hi to everyone - you're on speaker phone" YOU RAT FINK!!!
(I wasn't, but I guess he gets his jollies from harrassing old ladies!)
Monday, February 05, 2007
Happy Birthday Baby!
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5 comments:
Yup, sounds like something one of our girls would do!! He is a handsome man! And sounds like a good man, too.
What a handsome rat Fink of a son you have raised! :-) you have every right to be proud!
don't they just LOVE to pull our chains? my oldest son just DRAPES is 6'3 ½" frame over my shoulders just to prove how tall he is!
What a hunk! You should be proud, look at all the hard work you did!
How funny, speaker phone ! A fine looking young man you have there. Looks like you did real good.
Congratulations on the grandbaby coming. I know first hand that is wonderful fun
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