Yesterday, I was talking with an agent in my office about her new grandson. She said that he’d come home from the hospital with his parents, but she hadn’t been to the house yet to see them. I told her that I remember that feeling of panic when my mom came over right after we brought Cedric home - helped clean, take care of him, and then left. And that moment of “it’s the three of us, now what?” We all survived, and that day was 16 years ago today (well, actually I guess 16 years minus 2 days, because Cedric wasn’t born at home). Happy Birthday, Cedric! We’ve all grown up together, and done a pretty good job.

We went out to celebrate last night, as tonight is the Blue and Gold with Xavier bridging to Boy Scouts, and Eddie stepping down as Cubmaster. Cedric got a book of The Onion newspapers, a Shakespeare collection (now you can give us ours back, said Eddie), and gift cards. It was lovely.