Eighteen years ago today was an exciting day. Our lives would be forever changed. Around this time we were heading towards the hospital. Our son was about to born.
You would imagine nine months would be enough time to be prepared for such a change. But it's not. I wasn't ready, I had no idea what it would actually mean. After all these years I'm still not quite grasped it. Every year, every day brings so much more along it.
I don't remember much of that day. I was ecstatic, it was one of the happiest days of my life. But at the same time, I was confused and afraid. I had no idea what I was doing, what would it take to raise this small human being. It was all new to me.
Time really flies. It's still hard to realize he is already full aged. I guess in a sense he'll be our small boy forever, no matter how old he becomes.
In the end I think it has all gone quite well after all. We now have a fine young man who we can be proud of. We must have done something right.
Happy birthday my son!