My First Born

It was only yesterday that I spent Christmas evening in the hospital. I left Christmas dinner at Grandma's house and spent the next 16 hours in the worst AGONY of my life...

That was only yesterday and yet today I think the AGONY is worse. For I woke up to find that my FIRST BORN is 17 years old.

Is it my imagination or does it appear to everyone that he is sliding through my fingers. Tear... Tear... Tear. I can take some comfort in knowing that he is, at least, still "sliding HOME".

Happy Birthday Ty!