My baby turned 28 today. So hard to believe. Even though he's grown up I still think of the day he was born every year on his birthday. Much like today, it was a cold, wintry day in Pittsburgh. Some things never change.
So, happy birthday, dear son! It's been an adventure. Tears of happiness, tears of sadness, tears of desperation and times of thankfulness for all you've brought to my life. I love you and wish you much happiness always.