Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Happy Birthday to #1 Son!


Thirty-two years ago this day, I got stuck in my driveway in snowy Buffalo, NY. Wouldn't have been a big deal but I was supposed to be on my way to the hospital to have my first baby. My then husband was working far from home that day and was headed back to meet me at the hospital. There were no cell phones then, so I got out a snow shovel and started to dig out my car.

Just then, a next door neighbor came out and I said to the man, "Can you help me get my car out? I need to get to the hospital. I'm going to have my baby."

"Sorry," says he, "I'm late for work." And into his car he hopped and off he drove.

True story.

Why I didn't just call a cab or something, I don't know. I was just so mad that I shoveled like hell and like the Little Red Hen, did it myself.

Five hours later, a handsome baby boy arrived, 23 inches long and weighing in at 9 lbs, 2 oz.

That baby of yore is a fine, tall man today and a daddy himself now.

Happy birthday, John. You are still my favorite reason to shovel a driveway.

Love, Mom