Twenty years ago this coming Sunday I was standing quietly at the back of our little church at the end of the service. It was a hard day for me - as were most Mother's Days. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to go home. A sweet, little Jamaican lady who was a member of the church at that time came up to give me a hug. She whispered in my ear "next year, you will be spending Mother's Day with your son". I just stared at her. She didn't understand. I'd been wishing, hoping, praying for a child for ten years and had given up hope. Besides that, my marriage was on the rocks. There was just no way I'd be spending Mother's Day or any other day with my son next year.
Nineteen years ago today at 8:31 AM an absolutely beautiful 7lb 10 1/2oz baby boy made his entrance into the world. Ninteen years ago this coming Sunday . . . . I spent Mother's Day with my son.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN GUY!