. . . Son #3 was born shortly after 1:00 p.m. on a day when the snow fell, silent and soft. I remember looking out my hospital room window at twilight, thinking how lacy it looked against a darkening sky. Meanwhile I was inside. Warm. At peace. Grateful. The world felt like a good place.
This boy, who is now grown up, was equal parts imaginative, stubborn, and kind. All three traits have served him well in different ways and at different times.
It has been an honor to be his mother.