My beloved youngest son turns eighteen tomorrow (yes, he was born on Christmas). I am proud of all my kids, but want to praise this one especially today. He has grown into a wonderful, kind young man who has been the light of my life since the day he was born--all four of them have been so for me. My youngest has been the best present I ever got on Christmas. I'm incredibly glad he chose me for his mom.
Favorite quote of the week from him:
Mother (upon noticing that youngest son is reading Ishmael by Daniel Quinn): "Are you reading that on your own?" (meaning, not a book for school).
Son (dryly humorous): "No, mom. Some guy helps me with it."
Happy birthday to my youngest, an old soul who towers over me now and whose adult life I anticipate with joy and admiration.
Happy holidays to all--we're having a quiet time on Christmas this year, with roast duck for dinner instead of the usual turkey.
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