Today, Evan turns 25 years old. A quarter of a century...starting to get old, Dude! Evan mentioned, tonight, that he's already started slowing down. Sheesh. And, since he wasn't able to come home for his big day, I had no choice but to use previous birthday photos (click photo for a larger view - new baby Brett - Brettie Boy - is in the background of the middle picture).
Evan was an easy infant. Oh, we had our temper tantrums (him, not me....hello!). And, there was his absolute refusal to sleep between sunset and sunrise for several years. His having to be rocked to sleep every night until the night after his first day of Kindergarten (which occurred around his sixth birthday - held back for love, as they said on Everybody Loves Raymond - seriously. I would have held him back forever, if I could have) could occasionally get a bit, well, old. Took a few weeks to work out the kinks, but once that happened, I was pretty spoiled with a good, happy baby. As Evan began walking and talking, to my utter delight, he was hilarious! It was absolutely fascinating to experience how his mind worked. Evan was a sweet boy, he minded pretty excellently, and he absolutely adored me. Ah, yes! Those were the days, my friend!
Well, I could go on and on, but I won't. Evan doesn't even read this blog. Just wanted to spend a little time thinking about my first baby on his birthday.
Happy birthday, Evan! I love you!