What day will you think of as you lay dying? Many many happy moments, much to be grateful for, but a whole happy day? I only have a few. And meeting Baby Boy was definitely one of them.
He was delicious.
Then he got bigger.
I made sure he held my hand when we crossed the street and I called him my Baby Boy. In public.
And then he got even bigger. I could no longer insist on him holding my hand as we crossed the street and I was not allowed to call him anything except his name.
Now he's 18.
I call him B.B. and even if I can't hold his hand, I still make sure my hand is on his shoulder as we jay-walk our way back from a movie.
Closed On this Day in 1963: A History of the Spring Street Church - On December 14th, 1963, the Presbytery of the City of New York officially voted that […] (Visited 7 times, 7 visits today)
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