Ten years ago today, hubby and I welcomed our beautiful son into the world. Amazing how it happened, but that's another story. Suffice it to say at one point we were sure he would make his entrance on the New Jersey Turnpike. We made it to Columbia Presbyterian in time, though (barely) and there he was. Perfectly formed, screaming like a banshee, and we were immediately in love.
Late the next day, July 4th, we drove our new family home. Big sister was in awe of the new addition, and a little apprehensive of her place in our family setup (not to worry, we assured her, she was still our baby girl). As we made our way over the George Washington Bridge, a flotilla of ships passed underneath - huge sailboats, war ships; all flying the flag proudly to honor our country's birthday. As we stared in awe at the sight, hubby commented "See that, Chris? You're a special baby. All these ships came out just for you."
Yes, he is special indeed. Happy birthday, love.
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