Michael

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.**

Tomorrow we are going to have a Birthday Cake, go out to dinner and go see Lego Batman.  A small, low-key affair to celebrate a significant birthday. Tuesday, Michael turns 18 years old.  He did not want a party or anything, I don't even think he cares about going out to dinner..but I want to celebrate this young man.  

Because he is my first and I cannot think of my life without him. 

He is a contradiction, he is a challenge sometimes.  He is funny and happy and serious and anxiety-ridden and smart.  

He is someone to get to know, because he is loyal to those he feels comfortable with, he is kind in ways you would not suspect and quietly (and often not so quietly) smarter than you think.  He loves animals and monster movies.  He loves watching classic movies and silent films.  His room looks like a collectibles store.  

He wants to have a career in film history.  Or maybe a surgeon.  Or maybe creating surgical instruments.  Or maybe something with animals. I don't actually know what he wants to be or what he wants right now...he is often so opaque.

So many things he has done, so many things to do.  I am proud of this child of mine, and I hope to help him to become the best, happiest person he can be.

Happy Birthday, son.  

**This song is what Chewy used to sing to Michael at bedtime when he was a baby.  It always makes me think of him.