Has it been 16 years?
Sixteen years ago, I was 18 years old and 8 months pregnant.
It was 5:30 a.m. when my water broke, and after I convinced my mother
that yes, I was sure my water had broke, I labored my way into the car
and to the hospital.
At 6:25 a.m., my first child, my only son, emerged into the world. His birth certificate lies--it says he was born at 6:30 a.m.
Today, he is 16.
When I was close to his age I couldn't imagine my life with a baby. Now I can't imagine my life without him.
I am so lucky to be the mother of such a gentle, unique, clever, witty,
loving young man...we have come a long way, he and I. And every time I
look at him, I smile because he truly is my heart.
Happy Birthday, Jake. I love you.
