Boy, oh boy!
This is where I’d usually go into a long diatribe about how I remember the day Patrick was born, and how amazing it was to be included and a part of that special event. I’d go on about all the wonderful years since with all of his smiles, giggles and expressions. I’d write another version of “where have the years gone” and “how in the world did you get to be eleven?!”
Today, ever joyous that Patrick is happy and healthy and wonderful in every way, even though my very youngest grandchild is now eleven and I could wax melancholic for a few paragraphs at least, he’s heard all my ramblings before.
Today, I’m holding Patrick in my heart, with love, love love to the moon and back, and the best wishes ever for a wonderful birthday.
Happy Birthday, Patrick!