I'll always remember:
How tired I was.
How Gary and I cried together when he was born.
How alert he was.
How I didn't think my world could get any better.
How much I loved the apple juice, ginger ale and sprite concoction they gave me after labor.
How I immediately loved him.
And look at him now! Nine years old. Loves basketball + cartoons. Silly. Kind. Smart. Happy.
Happy Birthday to the one that made me a mother first. I love you Blake! Happy Ninth Birthday...may all your dreams come true!