At 3:04 am, it was officially Kerrell's birthday. Happy Birthday Kerrell Tarik! My son is 27 today. My oh my, where has the time gone? I remember it all as if it were yesterday. I can see the first steps in my mind's eye. I remember him calling me, "Mrs. Johnson Mommy" because the children all called me Mrs. Johnson. I still recall the shock of seeing him at 15 months take himself to the bathroom and use it because he wanted to do everything 3 year old Chris did. I can hear my three year old telling me on the way to Children's Circle Day Care, that, "Kerrell is a dumb name, call me Michael Jackson." And he'd only answer to the name Michael Jackson for the next two weeks.Where is the kid who kept going to the hospital because he really couldn't float down off the monkey bars or was not tougher than the coffee table, hammer, bicycle chain, car, or staircase? Whew, how glad I am that we survived. But I kinda miss the boy who depended on me. I like the man who you grew up to be, but I miss my boy.
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