Where Are All The Kids?

My son is almost four, and as he gets older and into more activities, I've begun to think more about my own childhood. Not surprising I suppose (we all tend to make everything about ourselves), but I'm noticing one major difference in his world vs. my past world that's starting to concern me: The lack… Continue reading Where Are All The Kids?

True Love

A woman I have never met, and possibly will never meet carried my son in her body for 37 weeks. I remembered the nurses saying the words “37 weeks” because he was just a little bit small at birth weighing 6lbs and 8ounces, and in the couple months that followed, friends and family would ask… Continue reading True Love