February 18th is Bryan’s birthday. But February 20th is the day I became a mom. So even though his birthday is always celebrated on the 18th, today is my day to celebrate.
I have terrible long-term memory, but February 20th 33 years ago is seared in my brain. It was a beautiful, sunny February day. I remember what I was wearing. I remember my nervous energy waiting for his arrival… I must have vacuumed the living room three times! I remember seeing the social worker drive up and I threw open the front door before she even had a chance to ring the doorbell.
And I remember seeing Bryan for the first time. She handed him to me and I never let go.
The gift of Bryan has tripled. I now have the most wonderful daughter-in-law anyone could hope for and a beautiful grandson.
Today and everyday I am eternally grateful.