Ok it isn't all bad news here. I am excited for him, he gets to do alot of good stuff too, like pay his own insurance, pay his own cell phone bill, and pay for everything else. 18 is a milestone.He is so sweet at times , towering over me all the time. He is my first born, my first son, my first mothers love.
He was born Dec. 15th 1991 in Wichita Falls General Hospital. 13 hours of long labor, thank goodness for drugs, the bundle of joy weighed 10lbs. 11 oz. HUGE........no c-section. I was one tough cookie. Funny how all that pain disappears after you hear that first cry.I will never forget that day, the nurses called him moose. I shared a room with another mom. She had the tiniest baby in the nursery at 5lbs. We held each others babies and thought that was so funny.
Today I have another man living in my house, not a child. He will soon graduate and move on. So the next chapter of the book begins. I will leave you with these nice photos, that he will kill me for.It's what parents do.Besides there are only a few rare time where I can get him to let me take a picture.So here is my best of the best of my first born.(didn't have time to dig through the baby book)