I can vividly remember the morning he was born… it was May 15th, 1992 in Hickory, North Carolina. Lori had valiantly labored for 20+ hours and was totally exhausted when the doctor decided to spare them both any more stress by finishing the delivery as a C-section. Witnessing the arrival into the world of this new little person was one of the most powerful and emotional moments in my life. As I held him gently in my arms just moments after his first breath, I knew instantly that our lives would never be the same again.
Eighteen years later, turning the pages of the family albums brings back so many great memories. As cliche as it sounds, I really don’t know where the time went. One minute he was learning to walk – he decided to forego the crawling stage and started walking before he was even nine months old – and the next our baby is graduating high school and heading off to college.