I have no idea who the fuck I am. I really have no idea. Who am I? I like the outdoors but hate leaving my house. I love art but scared to go to a musium. I feel myself changing. In so many ways. Damn it! What am I going to do? Late 30's and I feel like a someone who is just starting her life. I wanna go dancig. I wanna go to a ballet. I wanna be rich. I wanna have everything I ever wanted. I want to walk in to a store and say I take that and buy what ever I want. I want to drive a fabulous car with enough room for everyone. I want a healthy marriage. I want a miraculous sex life. I want a house so big that I hear an echo. I want jewelry everywhere. I want so many clothes that makes people scream with delight. I want a different handbag for everyday of the year. I want to be the bell of the ball. I want to be so happy that my happiness makes others happy. I want to be healthy and full of life and vigor. I want to be loved and adored by everyone. I want to ooze respect when I walk into a room. I want people to look at me as a role model and someone to emulate.
This guy. What can I do I say about this wonderful man. I start by saying...Happy birthday, son. I can't express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be your mother. What a honor it is for me to raise such a fine human being. Thank you. I marvel at all you do and everything you have accomplished in the 22 years you've been.on this planet. School. Work. Friends. Family. You would take your own shirt off your back to help your fellow brother. I admire you for that. Your work ethic puts others to shame. Showing everyone that Autism isn't going to stand in your way. I stand all amazed by you. My hero. My love. My Son. Have the happiest of birthday my sweet boy. Forever and beyond ❤
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