So I've been thinking about this day seventeen years ago because it's my youngest boy's b-day. Happy birthday, Quinton Cannon! The whole world got sunnier the day you arrived!
Still. We had a rough go of it. Not to be melodramatic, but mother and son almost cashed in their chips. Seriously. As I lay there on the delivery bed, I had the very clear thought that yes, this is how it feels to die. How can I describe the sensation of it all? I could feel my life seep away through my fingertips. (For the record, I felt oddly calm--warm and not afraid.)
Well! Thankfully, we all rallied and here we are--to which I can only say that life tastes good today. I'm happy to be here.
And I think Quinton is too.