I’m really not sure how eighteen years ago I was lying in a hospital bed on bed rest for what would be a total of three and a half weeks before my doctor induced me six and a half weeks early. He was the most perfect 4 lbs 2 oz and 16 1/2″ long baby boy. He’s grown an awful lot since that day. Somehow in eighteen days our boy will be eighteen years old. He’s a healthy, strong willed, hard working young man now. He has the ability to drive me crazy like no other and I’m sure his three little sisters will too when they hit those interesting teen years. But one thing is for sure, I couldn’t possibly be prouder of the man he is becoming and I love him to pieces. Before I got pregnant for him I had been told I would never be a mom. Budah changed that for me and while never claiming to be the best or a perfect mama him and his three little sisters that have come along since are and always have been my reason for being and all the motivation I have ever needed to do whatever I put my mind to. I’m not really sure how these eighteen years have flown by so quickly. I’m certain I will never be prepared for him to grow up. But I’m so thankful he has always given me something to be proud of and like it our not, he will forever be my baby.