We have both celebrated this day for 25 years. One quarter of a century.
9,125 days. Many of the days I remember his first day at school, learning to ride a bike, and the day he learned to play the guitar. There are days that you remember too. Some days we remember together, his graduation from High School, and the day of his birth.
We share a precious bond of motherhood to our son, yours through birth, mine through adoption.
Happy 25th Birthday to our son!
Thank you Lisa.