Saturday, January 06, 2007

Happy 9th buddy..

Mom? he said. What time was I born? Right away, I remembered the room, the doctor and nurses. My feeling 'weird' at the thought of having a baby, his screaming when he was born, him being put on the weighting scale and the moment when he finally was put in my arms (10 minutes after he was born) and I naturally held him and shushed him and kissed and sniffed him..he immediately quieted down. How different his birth was from my daughter's five years later.
No matter. I cannot imagine ever forgetting the day (night) he was born. Happy 9th birthday buddy. You're a great kid and I am really proud of you.
Dirk at nine, doing what he loves best; building


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