Happy St. Pattys!

About seventeen years ago, I was stuck in a predicament where I had both legs strapped up and a pain SO excruciating that I cannot even describe. I was stuck on my back wondering when the hell is this ordeal going to stop since it lapsed into a good forty-eight hours. People were instructing me to rest, but of course, my stubborn ass did not want to listen. Instead, I chose to lie there and watch cartoons, (I think it was Tom and Jerry…haha) to pass the time. And then it came…the word was given…it was time, but, I wanted to go to sleep…hahaha. Stuff was thrown here and there, lights were flashing by, and then the semi-counting began…one, two, three, four, five, six, um, oh my gosh, oh, um, ugh, um…yup, that’s how it went until I screamed that I was waiting for the number TEN (damnit)...and then I heard it, the number ten…I don’t know how long this went on but all I could see was my dad who held me tight and Jarrod, who almost passed out. And then it was over, I received a St. Patrick’s Day gift. My healthy baby was born weighing in at 8lbs. 6oz (the smallest of my three), with 10 fingers, 10 toes, and 1 boto…yup, it was the birth of my first son and second child So on this day that people celebrate their Irish traditions, I celebrate the birth of my son, Jaymason Lee. Happy Birthday Son!!