Good Morning Gentle Readers,
What sticks in my mind most, besides my son being born blue, was the oppressive July heat in the summer of 1996.
At zero-dark-thirty the RN's marveled at the rapid progression of Mrs TWC's first delivery. Your first child? Murmurs and knowing glances. At mid-morning the baby was to arrive momentarily. By noon the anesthesiologist shuffled in and spent the next couple of hours handicapping the second half of the season with the OB/GYN, Dr Byrne, who is likely related to Jacob's mother. The significance of Doc Ether was entirely lost on moi. Nobody knew the cord was wrapped tight around his neck and it was an eternity before Jacob plopped into our world and the nurse plugged him into the oxygen. I watched him turn pink, feet to face. I think.
That was sixteen years ago and I'm not entirely clear on how that works since it was just a couple of weeks ago that he started junior high school and next week he starts his junior year of high school.
We celebrated at home with T-bones and marinated spicy shrimp.
You think money can't buy happiness? There was a fifty in that card.
Happy Birthday, Sonny Boy.