Happy birthday, kiddo!

Yep, today's his birthday. I'd tell you how old he is, but I'm using my fingers to type. Or I could call Leah. Her oldest is a year older and she always knows how old he is, so I use her to keep track. (The kiddo's getting married on her oldest's anniversary, so she'll keep track of that for me, too.)

Let's see . . . today he's 27. Holy cow! There were times I was convinced that one of us wasn't going to survive his childhood. He was the poster child for kids too smart for their own good -- always up to something, almost always smarter than the people he was dealing with (including teachers), and impulsive as hell. And stubborn as hell. And with an attitude from hell.

But he was, for the most part, a good kid. Honestly. Still is. For the most part.

So wherever you are in Afghanistan, babe, have a good day. We'll celebrate when you get home.

I'll even sing to you. Rachel9:25 AM