My older son is 29 today. It really doesn't seem possible!
The day he was born had an auspicious start. We were pulled over by the AHP on I-10, at 6:30 AM on a Saturday morning, for speeding, to get to the hospital. I was hemorrhaging and the cop said, "Take her to county hospital!" None of the, "I'll give you an escort, follow me," when we told him we were headed to a different hospital. DH just put the car in drive and sped off.
When we got there, as we walked into the elevator, a guy pushing one of those food carts with all of the trays, rammed it into my back and legs. Just barely, but enough for me to scream, "Get f***ed!"
He's turned out to be a great person, despite this!