Three years ago at this time, I was unshaven, stinky, and collapsed on a faux bed in St. Francis women’s. However, as I hadn’t just shoved a seven pound eleven ounce bundle out of my crotch and I wasn’t the cutest thing in the room, I kept my mouth shut.
Now, the boy known here as L’il Otis is a mischievous little monster with enough love to go around for all his toys and all the people who love him.
Happy birthday, buddy. Thanks for putting up with the adults.