On this night five years ago, I ate Thai food, cuddled my dog who had just had minor surgery, watched some TV, went into labor, breathed and groaned and puked and begged for drugs, pushed, cried, and held a squirming, bloated, purple creature in my arms for the first time and thought he was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
Tonight, as I'm sitting here typing this, that beautiful creature might as well have sprouted horns, fangs and a tail. He is buck naked, dripping soapy water all over the bathroom floor, screaming and whining because he has had entirely too much sugar today, is incredibly tired, and lost his bedtime-story privileges because he won't listen to one damn thing we say.
Happy Birthday Henry. We love you. But you drive us nuts.
Tonight, as I'm sitting here typing this, that beautiful creature might as well have sprouted horns, fangs and a tail. He is buck naked, dripping soapy water all over the bathroom floor, screaming and whining because he has had entirely too much sugar today, is incredibly tired, and lost his bedtime-story privileges because he won't listen to one damn thing we say.
Happy Birthday Henry. We love you. But you drive us nuts.
You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance.
-- Franklin P. Jones, author
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