Today, I’m thankful for sixteen wonderful years with my son Nolan. He has truly been a delight in every way. I remember just “knowing” that he was a boy the entire pregnancy and being absolutely panicked at the idea of raising a boy. I remembered praying that God would change him into a girl– yeah, I was a bit freaked out. I also knew that once he was here, I’d be fine. Yes, raising boys are absolutely different, but I wouldn’t trade him (in the words of Diana Barry Wright) “for a million girls.”
Happy Birthday son o’ mine. I love you.