Happy Birthday, Michael Wade!

Happy Birthday to my sweet son, Michael Wade! Yes, I've even called him by his middle name even when I wasn't yelling at him when he was little, so I think he'll forgive me for using it here. I think its another one of those " family" things. It's hard for me to think of Bill Dowdle without thinking Bill Dan, but I digress. Many times when he was little and I struggled to figure out how to go about being a new mom, I thought about the first child being somewhat of an experimental model and wished I'd had some practice on someone else's kid, but some how, some where along the line it must have been okay and my worries for nothing because in spite of my inexperience, it turned out all right. My experiments worked, for today I am the proud mom of a wonderful, generous, loving and kind young man who has exceeded all my expectations and trepidations about those first teeth, first steps, first grade, first date, first car and all those other mothers' scary moments. We won't go into first race, but at least by that time, I was an old hand at all this mothering stuff, although my heart still skips when I think of it. Before I continue to ramble on and on, I'll shorten this to say again - Happy Birthday, Michael, and thank you for being you. Oh, yeah, and there will be cake!! Sherami and I will be making one shortly, but the ice cream will have to be store bought.