Love ‘Em Always

Dear Diary,

No email to my "baby" was necessary on Wednesday as he is living here at the present time.  I was able to sing the Happy Birthday song to him in person…actually, it was the waiters at Carraba’s that did the singing.  But, he too, knows he’s in my heart forever…never to leave, no matter what!  I could have not planned the birth of my sons any closer since the first was born 2 weeks early and the second was born 4 days late of their "due" date. They are 4 years and a day apart.  When they were younger, each had their own friend party and then a family party together.  I was younger myself back then and could handle it all. 

This year it was dinner out with his girlfriend and mama and dad. The restaurant is a favorite Italian place where we feasted on a zucchni appetizer, a yummy house salad, an entree of choice and their delicious bread with dipping sauce.  When the birthday boy got up to go to the restroom, he looked at me and said, "Please don’t do anything while I’m gone…I don’t want any singing."  No problem I replied as I hadn’t thought about doing that.  As he walked away, the girl asked if maybe he really wanted the singing, as he had made some funny comments all afternoon long. Dad laughed and said "Don’t do it".  Again, no problem.  When he returned to the table he looked at me saying, "I asked you not too". Shaking my head no, I said I didn’t and asked why he thought I had.  Evidently, when he walked by the open prep area, he noticed that his good friend, who is the assistant mgr.,  was putting together a dessert sampler plate, complete with whipped topping, chocolate drizzle, yummy strawberries, and a candle on each of the 3 desserts. Yep, the  song was sung. And we somehow managed to share about half of the sample and then asked for another "to go" box. And he can thank the friend for the seranade.  I’ll be thanking him for the bill…as our birthday dinner was comped out.  We did leave a very nice tip.

I really am a lucky mama.  This job of parenting still isn’t easy. There are times when my heart feels like it might burst…sometimes from aching over a hurt, sometimes from the swelling of pride and admiration.

They’re my boys…and this mama will…

…love ’em always.

~Susie