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At about 11:30 last night, I went to check on the older boys and they were (surprisingly) still awake. Turns out they were trying to stay up until midnight so they could see the beginning of the new day.

You see, today is their 11th birthday.

Eleven years ago right now I was in the hospital preparing for an emergency c-section; I was so sick with pre-ecclampsia I couldn’t see straight. I still have no idea how my signature on the consent form could possibly be legal because I literally just scrawled something approximating my name where Hubby pointed on the page. Anyhow. Got the paper signed, went in for surgery, and at about 4:30 that afternoon, the boys were born. For the record, TechnoBoy was first by 5 minutes. I know he’ll appreciate me telling you that.

Birthday cards have been coming in the mail (both US Mail and virtual) and the boys have been enjoying the attention very much. Because there were other obligations today, we’ve spread out celebrating over a few days. They got cards and cash from one set of grandparents Tuesday; they’ll see the other set tomorrow. We’ll have a cake then too. They’ve been surviving on mint chocolate brownies in the meantime. Poor fellas.

Tonight they’re going with the Boy Scouts to put flags on veterans’ graves for Memorial Day, which is just another sign of their advancing age. Sigh.

Happy Birthday boys. You drive me crazy most days, but I wouldn’t trade the past eleven years for any amount of money. (Yes, my darling Mercenary, I mean that.) I delight in watching you grow and develop. Your senses of humor lately have been razor sharp and I love it when you make me laugh. I love even more listening to you laugh together….assuming it’s not the middle of the night when you’re supposed to be ASLEEP. Ahem.

I’m very proud of you both. You’re wonderful boys and I know someday you’re going to be wonderful men. Just don’t hurry towards that too fast.



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