Happy Birthday to me

Ten years ago today, I stayed home on my birthday having learned the week before that I was pregnant.  Josh had to work and I didn't really know many people in Bloomington.  I watched a murder mystery on PBS set in medieval times...the main character was a friar complete with brown robe.  I wondered what color my baby's eyes would be, if he'd look like me and what kind of person he'd be.  I prayed, ""Dear Lord, let this baby be healthy....preferably a boy...and with green eyes if possible, but healthy if nothing else.""  I made a list of baby names with Alejandro Antonio being #1.

He ended up being Alexander Catarino.  He's very pale with the green eyes I prayed for, but otherwise he looks like me.  I didn't have to worry about what kind of person he'd be; he's  the best kid anyone could ask for.  Josh's parents sent him $50 for Christmas.  My son used most of it to take me out to dinner and movie because it's my birthday.  We watched Happy Feet and I watched him.  He laughed and I laughed and cried.  (I cry a lot at movies, but this was different, Juana and Tiffany)

Alex is amazing.  He's polite, friendly, sincere, honest, generous, considerate and compassionate.  I know what I did to get him, but I don't know what I ever did to deserve him. 

He's watching me watch him fall asleep. 

""Who's got the best big boy in the whole wide world?

""Who?""

""That would be me."