Today is the feast day of John the Baptist. I never got back to finish this post. My son was born on this day back in the 1980s. At the time I didn't know that it was the feast day of John the Baptist. My dad's name was John and he passed away before my son was 2 years old. My son was the only grandchild my dad got to see in this life. Hind sight is 20/20, but I wish we had named him John, that son of mine.
When you are raising a kid it is like throwing the dice. You never know how it will turn out, despite all of your best prayers, love and hard work. I got lucky. This son of mine is everything I could have dreamed of having in a son. He is the person I most enjoy talking to and spending time with. I love him and I like him.
He ended up an only child. He was very active, very active and stubborn. But, he potty trained easily. He was smart and quick and I didn't have to spend a lot of time waiting for him to get ready. We understood each other. We understand each other.
So, happy birthday, John the Baptist and happy birthday to my son!
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