Thirty Two Years Ago

at this time I was once again the mother of a new baby boy. He would be almost an hour old by now. Born at 6:15 on November the 14, 1977. The boy who was "my boy" because he was a unique child. He was not one that someone who did not like active, adventurous children would prefer. A sweet, smart, loving child. Outgoing. Loud? Going from one thing to another until he found that one thing he loved. There his attention was riveted and could not be gained without strong measures.

I love you Tim.