Today is my baby's 27th birthday. Never mind he's nearly 6 feet tall and has two little girls of his own, he's still my baby. It was just about this time of morning on March 29, 1982 when he arrived into this world. He had the reddest hair and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. I took one look at them and knew immediately they'd turn brown...and they did. He got a very independent spirit and stubborn streak that came with that red hair, which for some reason used to stand straight up in the air as if he'd stuck his finger in a light socket...it was so cute, he was punk before punk was cool. He's a gem of a son and I feel eternally blessed to be his mom. Happy Birthday Drew, I love you.
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