January 31st is my son's birthday. 41 years ago, on this very day, he was born. It was a cold, cold day. I remember being in the delivery room and the windows were fogged up, due it being so warm inside and cold outside. He was my first baby. I learned about babies from him. He taught me about life, maturity, patience and love. He depended on me. He scheduled my days and nights. I had never changed a diaper in my life until I changed his. I loved him with all my heart and soul. I can't believe it has been this many years ago because it seems like yesterday. It seems like yesterday that he cried after me, brought me little flowers from the yard, that he drew an outline of his little hand on a paper plate for me for Mother's Day. I am thankful that God chose me to be his mother and I am thankful that God chose him to be my son. I love you Donnie, with all my heart. Happy Birthday. Mom
