On July 20th, 1985, I was given a most precious gift from God. He gave me my son, Brian.
I had been in labor for 12 hours with no pain medication and the doctor was telling me I had to push. I didn’t want to…I was too tired. I had been having labor pains all day on the 19th so they wouldn’t let me eat anything for fear that I may go into labor – I was weak from not eating anything. Needless to say everything came out alright – no pun intended. 
When we become parents, especially for the first time, we are so scared; scared that we will do something wrong, scared we’ll feed them too little or too much, scared they will get sick or hurt and we won’t know what to do. All I had to do was look at that beautiful little face and a lot of that fear went away. All I knew was that I loved him and he was mine. He was perfect.
I know I haven’t been a perfect mother. I’m sure he will agree with that. And I surely don’t deserve him. He has grown to be a wonderful man that I am so proud of. He has a wonderful wife and they have given me a beautiful granddaughter.
Brian, on this day, your 24th birthday, I want you to know that I love you more than you will ever know. I couldn’t imagine my life without you. I am sorry for all the times I wasn’t there for you. I hope you know that I am so very proud of the man, husband, and father that you have become. Have a wonderful birthday. You deserve every minute of it. I love you!
