Today's the day. Fourteen years ago today, I had a seven pound something ounces baby boy. A gorgeous, pink little wiggly blue-eyed red-headed person who changed my life forever and ever. Saved my life.
You probably think I'm going to get all weepy right now. Mourn the fourteen years and blather on about second chances. But I'm not. I look back on today as my rebirth, that's true, but I won't weep. Instead, I'll just stare at the three kids who are right now sitting on the floor of my living room watching Bambi, waiting for me to get off this damn computer and pass out the cookies I made last night. I'll stare at them and smile and say a quick thank you to the little pink wiggly blue-eyed red-headed person who is probably now, today, taller than I am.
Hug yer babies, y'all. Squeeze 'em tight.