Sunday, March 30, 2003

two minutes past three

my oldest turns twenty-two today. i remember – birthdays inspire nostalgia – the tiny, perfect boy held aloft and then whisked off for further medical care. he was months premature, and on that spring day in the wilhelmina gasthuis in amsterdam, i enclosed him in my heart and promised myself that , whatever happened, his life would be filled with love and support.
decades, adolescence, lifetimes have passed. he is no longer small and delicate. he is adult, and talented, and sociable, and humourous.
every child is the greatest of gifts. a child who overcomes odds and flourishes as best he can is a blessing beyond measure.

1 comment:

  1. Happy birthday with your son! Hope it was a wonderful day ;). Must have been since I called.