Twenty seven years ago today, our first born arrived. It was Easter Sunday, 1987, 10:56 pm, 8 lbs, 8 oz, 20 inches long. And because he was my first, I remember like it was yesterday. But what I remember just as clearly was when we broke the news to our families that he was on the way.
We had been married just six weeks. Both my parents were still living and family gatherings were frequent. The good ole' days about which Carly Simon sings, no doubt.