My son is fourteen years old today.
It is unbelievably difficult to think that fourteen years has past since that Friday night of painful labor. (And yes, he was born on Labor Day weekend). I am so lucky to have him and his sister and their Dad (my wonderful husband). We had a lovely family dinner with cake and ice cream of course. (The two younger boys in the pic are family friends). I am counting my many blessing tonight, one of them including the fact that I am not in labor.