Happy Birthday

Today is my younger son's birthday. He is 32 years old. The time has flown by. I can still remember vividly every moment of the day he was born. I remember that my husband was eating White Castle burgers at 1am and wanted me to wait until he was done and had his chocolate doughnut before I called the doctor. After he ate, he then wanted to shave, as he was beginning to grow a beard and didn't want to look bad at the hospital. I needed to remind him that it was not about him. It was about me and the baby. He did finish eating and he did shave before we went to the hospital. I was in too much pain from my contractions to argue. The baby was born 6 hours later. Good thing we were not at a buffet or my husband would not have left until he was full and the baby would have been born at the pasta station.