Twenty seven years ago on this day my first child Alan was born, and my life has never been the same. My son, named after his daddy looks like me and has a tender heart. He has his father's stubbornness and desire to do things his own way. He loves to read and laugh. Alan is still learning to wait upon the Lord and listen to his heart and not always his head.
Last year, after we moved to Florida from Alabama, he moved to California. I don't get to see him but he does call. Until he has children of his own I am sure he won't understand how precious those phone calls are. There is nothing like the sound of "Hi Moma" when you answer the phone.
I never knew love could feel like this. When I saw his face after he was born I had a feeling come over me that I had never felt before. It was panic. The feeling that for the first time I was responsible for another life. I was just a child really when he was born, being just shy of my twentieth birthday. I had a job until the day he was born but the first time I held him I knew I would never return to work. Ray and I had talked about me staying home after the baby was born but it wasn't settled until I held him.
You don't know how fast time flies until you look up and your newborn is 27...