It used to be on the birthdays of our children my friends and I would always arrive with flowers for the mother. We all celebrated the fact that the day was a special one for us as well. Every year without fail, I mark my son's birthday by remembering what took place at each hour or so on the day he was born. This year I am going to keep vigil here as well. I have never written the story down though is it a well worn tale in our house as Max loves to hear about the day he helped us to become a family.Max turns nine today. Me too.
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