Confessions of a Valley Girl

On the eve of my son's 22nd birthday I am almost without words. This should be an evening making final dinner/party plans or at least a home cooked dinner and cake. Birthday gifts, wrapping paper, bows and that oh so perfect Birthday card from Hallmarks. Tis not to be. No, no, hes okay. Please dont think this is a blog entry about someones son who has met an untimely fate in Iraq or is fighting a terrible disease. No, this is simply about a young man who has made a choice to scratch the name "Mom" from his list. My comfort is knowing that he is well, employed and has a wide circle of freinds. Happy 22nd birthday Chris. Ill just be in my garden this evening thinking of birthdays past. Peace.