Today oldest child turns fifteen. It is a difficult day for me. Each of his birthdays are hard. Because he is the oldest, he is the first to do everything. He was the first to take steps, the first to go to school, the first to become a teenager. Now, it is his fifteenth year on the earth. God, I am getting old. 
     He was a pain to give birth to. I won't go into horrid details, but the child owes me. I don't let him forget it either. He was a beautiful baby. Oldest was so quiet and never cried. He was always so peaceful and happy. Even as he got older, he never changed. He could make anyone smile no matter what sort of mood they were in. Now, youngest child is exactly like him. They are kindred spirits, and they are best friends, even with the age difference.