All Grown Up Now

I called a son on his birthday a few days ago... nothing too unusual about that. He: Hey, Mom...what's happening? Me: Just calling to say Happy Birthday. He: Thanks, Mom. This is the son who always had the happy, smiley face, the where's-the-party personality, the Super Man key chain (and driving record) that survived his teen and military years. …

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