Eleven years ago today I had in my arms the outcome of 36 hours of labor:  my beautiful Oldest Son.  He was born in Huntington Hospital.  which was across the street from our apartment complex on South Pasadena Avenue in Pasadena, California. 

He was a beautiful baby -- the most beautiful we had ever seen, to be sure -- and what people said about him from the first few minutes of his life was that he was so alert.  He remains "so alert" to this day (at least until you tell him it is time for math).  He was muscular, chunky, and perfect, in spite of the vacuum extractor that our doctor had finally turned to in desperation. 

He weighed 8 pounds, 11 ounces and was 21.5 inches long.  He was nearly as bald as an egg, and had heart-stopping blue eyes.  And I was sure I could never, ever, as long as I lived, EVER love someone as much as I loved him. 

Funny how your heart  can expand to infinite capacity with every additional bundle of joy, isn't it?  That is truly the mystery of parenthood.  That, and what to do with these stretch marks...

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Posted by arajbrown

I think the additional stretch marks account for the additional love capacity!!!!!

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