My youngest son is 30 years old today. (Gulp.)
He came into this world at a whopping 9 lbs. 3 oz., with a head full of hair that looked like cornsilk. Unlike his big brother, he needed lots of sleep--and still does. I cried when he went to kindergarten...and Jr. High...and High School...and college.
This birthday may be harder on me than it is on him.
By the way--he's still an eligible bachelor...and increasingly open to arranged marriage. Just sayin'.