Birthday

Today is our youngest son's birthday. Except that he isn't young. He's not "old" but he is definitely a grown-up.  He's staying with us for a couple more days and then on Tuesday, he will check into Navy bootcamp at Great Lakes Training Center.  He's an accomplished musician, and he's decided to go for a sound career through the acoustics of sonar in the submarine force. Whew. Wasn't he just in marching band in high school? Well, no.

We were reminiscing with him tonight about his birth. He was a born a couple of weeks past his due date and I said how each day of the last couple of weeks before the baby is born seems to last for such a long time. The hours drag with the anticipation of the birth. That phrase---"heavy with child"---is not figurative, it references those last few days. But, then, the baby is born! And, seemingly a few hours later....you look up and realize that it's been a week! How does that happen? Zooooom....he's a month old.  Zooommm....a year.

Now, it hasn't zoomed exactly, to be at this point in his life. But it is weird to realize that four of my children are now older that I was when I gave birth to them! Parts of me feel that old, but not my brain. It's interesting to be at this point in my life.

So, Happy Birthday; Anchors A'Weigh ; and here's to the next phase of your life!! 

Here he is in his very first sailor suit: