Today is middle sons 21st birthday.
He's always been, and will probably always be the most difficult of my children. Some of the time I wonder if he was switched in the hospital nursery.
But I love him just the same.
Boyfriend, daughter, and I are taking middle son out for an early supper. He's been cooped up in my bed and on the couch since his motorcycle wreck. It's time for him to get up & going. He says he feels up to it.............and so there you have it!..................................I made carrot cake (his favorite) for later while at home.
He's always borrowing my digi cam.........................so I bought him one for his birthday gift......also got him a nice shirt and tie for work.
I still look at him and am amazed that he's alive and not paralyzed......(my very first patient while a nursing student was a 19 y/o guy paralyzed after being hit while riding his motorcycle)................and even though I don't really participate in organized religion, I thank God every morning, and every night for not letting my son die.
I hate motorcycles. I refer to them as coffins on wheels. No matter what you say about them, they're dangerous.
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