It's Coming !

This is my baby - his birthday is coming in 11 days. Starting today, I am going to dedicate my blogs to Bo, his life, our lives together and things about him and the people that loved him, knew him and just became part of our lives. This is just for the next few days to celebrate his life and his upcoming 34th birthday.

These will be happy memories and happy pictures - there is no way to cover it all, because as a Mother, you can brag soooo much about your kids that it actually makes other people sick sometimes. However, this is my story, I'm telling it and they are my memories. I hope you enjoy some of them. They may be random and the time line will jump, but my memories tend to do that as Bo's face and times flash back and forth in my mind.

Bo was a very sick little baby, 36 hours of labor, pulled like a calf and no heartbeat at birth. It was a difficult start for a little baby, but he survived that. He didn't sleep all night long for 18 months and had to be fed every 2 hours, he was a gassy baby - something that he carried with him the rest of his life. Believe you me it didn't get any better.

He was a sweet baby and we fell in love from the minute we met. We were inseparable, we learned early on that if we wanted to do something we better just do it ourselves and together.

He was afraid of heights and loud noises. He loved McDonald's and chicken nuggets. I cried the first time he got so big that he didn't order a Happy Meal. That meant my baby was growing up.

One of the funniest pictures of Bo is at the zoo. He loved the zoo - one of his favorite places to go - David, Jill, Bo and I went to the Tulsa zoo - Bo had this habit of picking his seat no matter where we were or who was around -

Bo was a ham, he loved to laugh, loved to make others laugh and loved to love and be loved. very rarely do you see a picture of him that he doesn't have a silly look on his face or his tongue sticking out. He loved life and the people around him. He was the best big brother a little sister could have - he would carry Jill thru anything if she needed his help - she didn't even have to ask -

This year my baby will be 34 years old - he will never age, he will never worry again, he will never be in pain - he will never hurt and he will never ever have to fight for or thru any of life's problems again.

I am so proud to be his Mother - the woman who loved him before I knew him, cared for him all his life and who celebrate each and every birthday till I join him and his Dad in Heaven.

Thank you GOD for the gift of this beautiful baby and for the wonder of the life we shared.