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Below is a repost of last year's birthday post when our son celebrated his 19 birthday while Greyhawk was in Iraq. A year later Dad is home, and my son is leaving. We'll be sending him off to the states soon to finish college, something that pains me dearly.
I do hope this isn't the last birthday of his that is celebrated in the house of Greyhawks. I know it is time to cut the cord and let him fly or fall. I've done my motherly job to the best of my abilities. I think I might have done an okay job.
He's turned into a fine young man with a good head on his shoulders. He's a cautious driver. No run-ins with the law, not interested in drugs, hates smokers (not personally, just the habit), tried alcohol, as it's legal for him here in Germany, didn't like it. His hairs a little on the long side but that's his "soccer hair" and the girls love it.
So I think he's going to be O.K., me on the other hand, ...well I'll gulp back my tears and smile with pride.
Whether he decides to pursue a career in the military or in the civilian world will be left to him. I wish him the best in his future endeavers and will support him in any way he needs it.
Except for that money thang. ...Son, it's time to get a job.
However, when we finally get back to the states, you can bring your laundry over anytime, and have dinner too ;-)
XOXOXOXOXOX
Love Mom (Mrs G)
Eighteen - what a great age to be - Alice Cooper even wrote a song about it. And 20 - another milestone year! Then 21, what more needs said about 21?
Which of course leaves 19, that odd year in the midst of all those others. Waay to old for all the birthday sorts of things for kids, waaay to young for the full on adult dread of the passing of another year, nineteen is still a great age to be.
Unless it's your son - there is no way my kid could possibly be that old is there? I'm only a few years older than that myself. But wait, I'm so old I know who Alice Cooper is...
Ahh well, just kidding, I've gotten used to all that. But some years ago I once mentioned to my mom that 30 sure seemed old to me, this being said on the occasion of my 30th birthday. "Thirty's not old..." she assured me, "unless it's your kid."
So the bottom line, son, is I'm okay with the big college tuition checks and such, but please, think about what this aging thing is doing to mom and grandma...
Aww forget it. You're 19. The world is yours. Happy Birthday from the guy who put the 'dad' in Baghdad.
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Yes. I remember when I could hold your tiny body in my arms and comfort you when you'd cry.
Now it seems you hold my tiny body and comfort me while daddy's gone
Happy birthday, my not so little baby.
Mrs.G
