my youngest son

[creativesoul]

i remember when he was born, there was ice on the roads, it was dec 23rd in 1983, and my sister and my friend from Japan that photgraphed my every move for four years, had gone to the italian cemetary at night dressed up in costumes and putting shaving creme inside, to blow them up with a pin at exactly the right moment for fast shutter speed artistic madness which has affected our family for a series of generations,it was almost midnight when I went into labor and my husband asked me if I wanted to go by the cemetary and get thm for the birth. Something told me that going to the place where death is honored would not be a great idea when you are in labor, so i said "no".
we went straight to Tradate hospital, and three hours later Micheal was born after Michelangelo whom I was a bit obsessed with while living in Italy.
He just decided he was "outta there" and came rushing into the world head first. as he was a goat, capricorn, he must have "horned" his way out.
now he is a young man, he flew me to Los Angeles and put me up in my favorite very expensive hotel. he got me room service, gave me money and we went out to dinner with my best mentor and loved extended family memberof which I will not name to avoid any energetic conflict.He lives in Chile and just coming back from China, he said he was sick from being over there, that it is really dirty! I felt so proud and lucky to be a mother! Wow 23 years later and the father, he is a great man. Kept his end of the deal, was honorable, as both my sons are. What a total amzing thing that is.
He asked me nicely not to steal the bathrobe. I didnt. I got the bathtub toy whale and a creme pitcher off the room service tray and the sugar holder. some things cannot be helped. However,I was worried about the 75 dollar room service breakfast bill and he only noticed on the bill the twenty dollar wax job on my lip, as he got me a facial as a gift and i got a lip wax too. He is so funny, great sense of humor. good attitude, nice to my nephew as we all went to Sant Monica pier and played games and my little newphew went home with a lobster stuffed animal and a tiger stuffed animal, as it worked out, one for his sister. we went on the rollar coaster together and screamed which was so fun, he took a movie of it and we bought one. Life is like a rollar coaster. my entire family and I always got to the Santa Monica pier. It is the perfect place to go. Everyone finds something to be happy about there. The beach had a peaceful demonstration of war being senseless by filling the beach with crosses and naming the people that dies over a microphone. There were also people with signs about Burma.There uses to be a fortune teller down there near the classic merry go round.I had a magical day with the sun glistening off the ocean and a feeling of love and happiness in the air. My son was a man now, and very wise to the ways of this world.Aqua culture. Who would have thunk it? I am so grateful.