Today my son Paul turns 46. He's been a good caregiver for me since I've been diagnosed with emphysema in 2002. In fact, he's the first to suggest lots of exercise. Our parental/offspring relationship has been a rollercoaster ride, but worth it in the long run. I remember when I first had him all the older ladies asked me if he was worth the labor pain, I smiled and shook my head yes all the while thinking are you kidding me? A little being who screams all night for no reason. Then there came the cuteness; Pouty faces, snuggles, etc. We get along well now and he plays classical piano pretty well and I am proud of him. He also composes music and lyrics.
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