Today is my sons birthday. My kids are 15 years apart. One child from each marriage. Both Tauruses, both born on Saturday at the same time mid afternoon. Even though they have different fathers they are scarily alike. This is weird considering they were raised under much different circumstances.
My son spent his growing up years with his father and step mother and two step siblings in Southern California.
I never got to know my son. We spent little time together but we were always in contact and I received timely updates regarding his progress from his father and step mother.
He became a skilled surfer as he entered the tumultuous teens and has continued the surfer lifestyle to this day.
He is a searcher. He's lived in Hawaii for a few years, Mexico for a time and several states all within a car ride of the ocean. My water-boy.
It's his birthday and I don't even know what his favorite meal is so I can cook it for him. I have a sorrow in my soul that I believe will never be heeled.
He is kind. He is funny. He is smart and he keeps me on my toes. He calls me at least once a week to report his happenings and I report mine. I lecture him and he gives me good natured ribbing. He has his fathers quick, infectious sense of humor and I always feel happy and blessed after we speak.
I will see him this summer. He is in Eugene and will be there when I visit Oregon. He is the big reason I'm going to Oregon. I know he will want to be active and will be on me cuz I'm basically a lump.
I love you my unique son.
But today I still don't know what his favorite meal is.
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