Well, it’s the actual day. Four years ago today right down to almost the minute now, Captain Adventure arrived by a planned c-section that was finally the way it was supposed to be. (The other three were all one degree or another of emergency, and neither of the other two “planned” ones happened on their “planned” day!)
I should’ve known he was gonna be trouble when the surgeon announced, “OK, here he comes, we’ve got him out now…oh! HA HA HA, no, I’ve got it, I’ve got it…heh heh…peed on you there, mom…”
Cute, huh? Oh, but he was cute, and you just couldn’t stay mad at him, not for a minute. Little did I know that this little bundle of charm and good looks…
…was gonna turn into an adrenaline junkie. MY adrenaline, not necessarily his own!!!!
(No, he wasn’t really going to ride the ceiling fan…he was trying to figure out how to disassemble it, a much safer activity, I’m sure.)
He’s surely mixed things up here in the Den. Caused sudden and extreme changes in plan, given us sleepless nights and anxious days, kept us and The Experts™ guessing. Keeps us in stitches, too. He’s got a devilish grin and a wicked sense of humor that gets more and more evident every day. He’s stubborn, willful, charming, funny, full of vinegar and sweet as honey.
And he sure knows how to make a girl feel loved.
Happy birthday, Captain. I’m proud to be the first woman you loved, and the first to love you.
(…and grateful I’ve got lots of time left before I have to consider the possibility of being usurped!...)
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