Today my baby turns 21. That means I now must include the adjective "adult" when I refer my boys, as in "adult children".
It does not seem that 21 years have gone by. I had a stressful pregnancy, only because my alpha feta protein level remained high. The many ultrasounds found nothing, the amniocentesis found nothing, yet I was told to make a decision. We made the right decision.
I have too many pictures to decide which ones to use for a slideshow. So here is what I think C is like.
Happy Birthday, C!