Dear son, One year ago, I was just supremely uncomfortable and hungry. Anxious to meet whoever this was taking up precious room in my stomach. I wanted another girl, but I thought from the way you had been flipping and tumbling and kickboxing, chances were good that I would have a boy. On August 4, 9:44 a.m., the doctor held you up and over the wailing and screaming, I heard him say, "Wow, … [Continue reading...]