Tomorrow my wee boy will be five years old. His birth and the days leading up to it were traumatic, terrifying. I don’t remember the first few days of his life. I still get nightmarish flashbacks.
After we brought him home, I was euphoric. I appreciated my life and especially his. He was instant joy. He was infinite strength. I was proud of my baby, and I was proud of myself for coping. Five years ago, there was a song always playing on the radio. The chorus had the line
‘I never knew what I wanted, ‘til I looked into your eyes.’
Thank you, Ted.