It occurred to me when I woke up this morning, that this could be the last birthday breakfast I ever have with Peter in this house. THAT was a kick in the ass. He heads to college for the next five years, and then, well, if all goes according to plan, he gets a high paying job and has his own place.
Then again, if he follows suit of so many who have gone that route, he could quite possibly still be in his room, but, since my plan is roots and wings, this really could be it.
I could wax poetic about this kid. I really could. He is in no way perfect. He has gotten into a few jams in his young life. He is insanely smart and able to glide by on looks, charm and very little studying. That may not fly in college but it has certainly suited him well so far.
He's the kind of kid who looks you in the eye. He has a firm handshake. He doesn't bitch and moan too much about doing the mundane chores that go along with being a family member.
He wakes up in a good mood. He kisses me goodbye and goodnight every day. He has a dry sense of humor and when he laughs hard, it is one of the funniest laughs on the planet.
Every so often he ventures down into the Magic Basement and sits for a while in the big, comfy chair to chat.
The world at his fingertips and I will always do everything and anything to support him in what he does.
I wish Peter a lifetime of happiness, and joy, great friends, the speed bumps to build character, and all the love his heart can handle. He is extraordinary and I am over the top proud to call him my son.
PS - music in homage to the kid who has helped me learn to tolerate and even like music like this type of music.
When I turn eighteen