21

When Tana and I were first together, it was 24 x 7. He went with me to class at KU, I stacked my full time schedule on Tuesdays and Thursdays so that I could work full time the rest of the week. He was right there with me when I was throwing up in the trash bin next to the service bar at the Ritz Carlton on the Plaza, 

I worked many double shifts during this time in my life. 'Tana" was a term of endearment for him, my constant companion. I was never alone - for the first time in my life, come good or bad- there he was. I fell hard, I knew my life had changed now that I had felt this type of inconceivable "I will die for you" type of love and devotion. I was in a complicated and often contemptuous relationship with my husband and far from my only parent but I had my Tana! For the good part of a year it was like that, him and I against all challenges.

Then on March 24, 1993 he was born- the child I had planned on naming Montana "Tana" would now be Joseph Patrick, all 9 lbs arrived after a day and a half in labor. It was as if he wasn't ready to be born- he was in fact already a week late. I expected him to be born on St Patricks day but he chose his own day instead.

Today he celebrated 21 years on earth. But I have held his friendship in my soul for 9 months longer. I am the luckiest of all!

Congratulations! My Tana, my bubbie, my son, Joe Pat

You are loved beyond measure... remember- life's a trip- I hope you always enjoy the ride and never forget your way home.

Mum