Sweet Baby Patch turns 17!

Today, my precious baby boy turns 17. How can that be? I am so proud of my son. He has grown into a wonderful young man. I am so thankful for all the people who came into his life and made it better by their presence. You know who you are, for you left a nickname as a memory for him. It doesn't matter whether you call him The Nub, or Bobo, or Boy, or Baby Jesus, or Pat or Patch. Your love for him made a difference in his life and we are all grateful. Today, as I look back on his life I am reminded of so many wonderful stories. The sack lunches he packed for the homeless, complete with Miller Lite because the homeless guy probably wants the same thing Daddy likes. His compassion for the Tricks Rabbit because all the kids in the commercial were mean to him and if he was Patrick's little brother, he would protect him. His craving for a "barbie-sized" Luke Skywalker so the girls would let him play barbies with them. I remember how in Patrick's "Blue World" you didn't have to wear shirts with buttons. I remember the day he walked down the hall to kindergarten with gallons of tears stored in his bottom lids, telling me it was okay and not to worry. He is an angel, a gift from God. I cherish every moment we've shared and look forward to those yet to come. Dad always tells him he's the greatest son a guy could ever have. Well, that's true. And, he's the greatest son a mom could ever have, too! We love you, Sweet Baby Patch. Enjoy your day.