It's 514!! My first born turns 13 today. He's a TEENAGER. Holy smokes.
Jeb picked out a Batman card for him. I talked to him on the phone for a while. Regular stuff.
I worked last night, so I got to look at the clock at 0159, the time he was born. It was very cool. I smiled to myself and remembered, and didn't feel the agony that this day used to bring me.
I'm so happy he's him; that he was born 13 years ago. I'm so happy for all the work we've done. I'm so happy to be happy this fivefourteen, and not sobbing on the floor. I'm so happy to be in a place of true celebration this birthday. It's like Grief is across the room at the party, and I gave him a wink, and then got back to smiling and chatting.
Happy Birthday, my boy, I love you so freaking much.