It is known to those who know me that while I have never - and shall never - refer to Suzanne and Rob as anything other than my children, neither of them carries the burden of my DNA.
Margaret was married once before she and I married. Suzanne and Rob were (I think) six and five, respectively, when Margaret and I started dating and eight and seven, respectively when we married close to thirty years ago.
Having raised them both (well having driven the car, done my part to ensure the mortgage was paid and the lights remained on, and otherwise stayed the hell out of the way) since they were that young, I have never thought of them as anything other than my kids. Why would I? Hell, how could I?
Today is Rob’s birthday. My son is an extraordinary man. Truthfully he is a significantly better man than I am or could ever aspire to be. May his birthday be all that he deserves.
And may everyday thereafter be nothing less.
Happy Birthday, Rob. Much love.
-AK
Happy Birthday, Rob!
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