My son Ben’s birthday is today. He is 38, Hard worker and solid. I’m proud of the man he is.

He was a pistol. High energy and thrill seeking. I prayed him across the graduation stage.

Can’t help thinking of myself  at 38 . One tween and two teens  and a toddler. I must admit I didn’t know what I was doing but I never let the kids know that.

All were launched and all have landed well. I marvel at the variety of their lives.

Cold today but not as bitter as when he was born. We had to buy a new car and I remember the car lot with frozen children nearby.  Buying a car is different now.

Hubby had pneumonia when Ben was born. My Mom had bronchitis. My Dad was still alive.

I won’t see him today though I’ll text. My life is richer because of his smile. Happy Birthday Ben!