He lives in Atlanta and so I wasn’t able to wish him Happy Birthday in person. Atlanta is much too far for my comfort. He might be 29, but he’s still my baby and I want to be able to get to him quickly should circumstances dictate.
I sent him, via Amazon, a not-very-exciting gift. For some reason, he didn’t get it although tracking showed it delivered. I feel really bad that he didn’t have a present on his birthday. Tell me — do parents ever quit thinking of their offspring as little kids? I imagine a 6-year-old bereft without a birthday present instead of a grown man of 29 who just shrugged it off.
He was the world’s cutest kid and I’m so ready for him to produce my grandchildren. I can’t wait to live life through the eyes of a child again.