Tomorrow this little Racine soccer player turns ..... 32 years old. Happy Birthday to Peter! For all my adult life my dad would call me every year on my birthday and tell me how he couldn't believe he had a daughter who was however many years old I was turning that year. Not sure I feel exactly the same, but I get where he was coming from. Was it really 32 years ago that I would give birth to 9 pounds and 6 ounces of love eleven days later than he was supposed to arrive? Has it only been 32 years that our lives were forever changed by the arrival of not one but ultimately the three best humans I know? Because in some ways I can't imagine life before this guy and the two that followed. So it could be 32 years or 3200 years and it's all the same to me: it's a feeling of always feeling like I've always been their mom. What happened before was so different than what happened after. And so it began 32 years ago tomorrow, at the end of a very long night and day in San Diego, that we welcomed this teeny little super guy into our lives just after five o'clock in the afternoon. Happy Birthday and wishing you many more Peter: Sto Lat!
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