My son Eric has over the years sent me flowers for many occasions, and since he knows I love tulips, I have often gotten those from him for Mother’s days and birthdays, etc. I think one of the reasons I like them so much is that I always associate them with Eric.
When I was pregnant with him, back in the ‘70’s, they didn’t routinely do ultrasounds, and people didn’t necessarily know the sex of their babies. In fact, when Eric was born, I remember us being absolutely thrilled at the news that his dad was going to be allowed in the delivery room—back then, that was considered a very progressive hospital.
I thought I would have a little girl. I didn’t know much about little boys. Eric was born on January 9th, 1977, on the night we moved to
Maybe that partially contributed to his being a good guy today. (Eric, don't kill me now!)
“One of the best things in the world to be is a boy; it requires no experience, but needs some practice to be a good one.” (-Charles Dudley Warner)