It has been a trying time for me, my husband and our younger son but with the grace of God and love of each other we are making it through this time of loss. And we are looking forward with hope to the year that is arriving.
On this day 41 years ago I gave birth to my youngest son. It was during a massive ice and snow storm in the Boston area -- so slippery that I had to slide down the walkway on my butt to get to the car so I wouldn't fall. And it took over two hours to drive to the hospital that was normally only fifteen minutes away. Then when I arrived the contractions that had been getting progressively more insistent ... stopped! And I was told I could go home. You must be kidding; it took me two hours to get here and now you tell me I can go home and wait for them to start again. No way, I'm staying. And eighteen hours later I was blessed with this young man.