Cinco de Patrick

Today my sweet, wonderful, only son turns 5. FIVE! How is that possible? How can that fat (and I do mean FAT), little dark headed baby that I held so tenderly in my arms 5 years ago be growing so fast? I don't know, but I do know that that little boy has brought a joy to my heart in a way that I can't explain. Maybe it's the mother/son relationship, maybe it's because we're both "middle children," maybe it's because he's my only son. I don't know what it is, but I have such a soft spot for him. For his dinosaur-lovin', Lightning McQueen quotin', NASCAR watchin', basketball playin', golf ball hittin' self...

...I love you, Patrick!

Happy Birthday, sweet boy!

And here's a little Patrick trivia for ya...he was born at 3:16 p.m., at this time of the day 5 years ago (I'm writing this at 11:30 a.m.), I was still at home...I didn't go to the hospital for another hour and a half (at 1:00 p.m.). You could say it was a quick delivery. And he weighed 10 pounds. No kidding.