I will not forget the first time I held my son. I watched him come into this world in the hospital in New Hampshire. Tiny. Pink. A boy.
It was at that time I recognized that I had two daughters and now I had a son. I already had two daughters. But now I had a son. I saw very quickly that my life with my son would be different than that life that I had with my daughters. Continue reading Happy Birthday, Matthew Johndrow