Thursday, August 23, 2012
I was thinking yesterday: fifteen years before he was born, I was fifteen. In that fifteen years, I completed high school, moved away to college, graduated from college, moved out of state, worked full time, moved back in state, got married, got a graduate degree, worked again, and bought a house. Then he was born, and for the past fifteen years, I've mostly taken care of him (and his sister). I spent that fifteen years before him doing everything I could do to be ready for him, and I've spent the last fifteen years enjoying him (and his sister). How lucky I have been!