July 3, my boy has turned 10. He made it. I'm so wrapped up with work that we're postponing celebrations until our day off on Friday. Not like he hasn't been getting steak, salmon, chicken, sausages, or whatever he wants for the past year anyway.
People judge decades differently. Some say their 20's were the best, others claim the 40's are when life is good. For me, from 36-46, that's my best decade. Nothing tops having the most loyal boy in the world at your side.
We pulled third shift together for years, unrelenting, he was shadowing me last night too.
He is my everything.
And the party goes on!