My Adorable Elder Son is 30 Years Old!

I mean, I just blinked!

And poof!

And now he is married to a lovely woman and they live in another state, and I am become one of those annoying ladies who tells young mothers “appreciate it, even though it’s hard, because it goes so fast….”

The sweetest baby, most relaxed baby ever born — and still the same dreamy planet he was the day he arrived:

…despite all of my best and worst days of parenting – [my sons] are pretty much precisely the people they were on the days they were born.
They are both, in a way, from outer space. Elder Son has always been the quiet dreamer of a planet, and Buster has always been the impatient supernova; they circle around us, in their own orbits.

I wouldn’t have them any other way.

Happy Birthday to my adorable, creative, autodidactic, strangely right-wing-leftist-determined-to-think-for-himself elder son.