17 years ago right NOW husband and I were a MESS. We had bought a package of pampers newborn, and babywipes, and we had the bassinet set up and were all on pins and needles. We hadn't been sleeping much because I was SO miserable being preg with Wiz. husband was wearing his winter coat INSIDE because I still had the airconditioner on because I was HOTTER than August in the Desert! (We still laugh about that because I am usually the FIRST to get cold, but I sure wasn't that year.) We talked way into the night, full of hopes and dreams and excitement. Neither of us had ever been a parent and we were SO scared we would screw it up. Now, 17 years and 3 kids later, we have pretty much screwed up just about everything we could, and it still has come out pretty OK. I am planning to bake a cake for Wiz tomorrow, and will surprise him after school with it. I am spending time this evening marvelling at the fact that I have a 17 yo child, that my 17yo child is doing very well in spite of many things and because many others. It is an amazing feeling. I really thought we would be dealing with prison and parole officers with him, and we aren't. And that is amazing. Even more amazing, he seems to "get it" on many social and emotional things, esp with regard to other people having feelings. He isn't perfect, and neither are we. But tonight and tomorrow are for giving thanks. I was at family night at school with thank you and watched him walk across a room - MAN he looks like Wiz did at that age. And while they have similar interests, thank you is SO different. It is incredible that 2 people can look that alike and be so different, and both be wonderful. Happy Birthday to Wiz!