Happy Birthday

This morning my eyes popped open at 1:34am. Thirty seven years ago today, my older son was born. When I saw the time, I envisioned that moment when a nurse placed him in my arms. I remember his light blue eyes staring at me. It was the best moment of my life. I wish I could go back in time and relive it again. No matter how old he is, he is still my baby. One more day to relive 1981 would be a gift. Things were easier then, or so it seemed.