Happy Birthday, Dylan
18 years ago today, at 2:54 PM, after 36 hours of natural labor, I gave birth to an 8-pound 5-ounce boy. He was perfect. He is perfect. He’s brilliant and hilarious and kind and awesome. Just ask him. He’ll tell you all about how awesome he is. Hey, I never said he was modest. (Kidding!)
I have absolutely loved every single second that I’ve been his mother. Every joke, every laugh and giggle, every argument, every clash of views or opinions, every single thing about being his mom has been a pure joy. I love him more every day, even when I think it isn’t possible to love him any more than I already do.
Without knowing how I got so lucky, I’ve had the pleasure of watching that tiny baby become a man. And not just any man, but a man I’m extremely proud of, for all the reasons I listed above and so many more. It’s been a fabulous 18 years, and I’m very much looking forward to the next stage of his life.
I love you, Dylan Blaize Bettes. More today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow.