23 years ago to day a pretty neat guy was born. That was the day I became a mom. In so many ways it seems like a different life, but in some ways it seems like only yesterday. I remember when Tyson was little, so many people said, "Enjoy it, he will grow so fast." I did not understand it. I thought, "How can 18 years go by fast?" Well, I certainly "get it" now. 23 years have flown by. I think the older he got, the faster time went. Tyson was 100% boy. He liked trucks, machines, and anything that made noise. He used to run to the window any time he heard the garbage truck making its "beep, beep" noises when it was in reverse. When he was about 3 years old, he said he was going to be a garbage man, drive a station wagon and have 10 children. Haha. He is quiet and fairly shy, but he also likes to play jokes on people. The quiet clown. He usually gets away with it because no one usually suspects him. :)
He chose to have a marble chocolate cake with butter cream. Happy birthday, Tyson. We love you!
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