Happy Birthday!

Halloween is the anniversary of my first born’s birth. He arrived two weeks earlier than predicted, but he had been trying to get moving for months. We got through bedrest at beginning and end, insulin dependent gestational diabetes, and he was breech. All these hiccups, and I said to my husband, “The only thing that could go wrong now is to end up with a Halloween baby! I didn’t think a little kid would want to share their birthday with Halloween.

He loves it! Always has. There have been a couple birthdays that ended in a puddle of sugary tears, but we figured it out. Today, my Halloween baby is celebrating his 23rd on a Saturday night with a blue moon. That’s all I know.

Happy Halloween!