Zach is 21. I can’t believe it. Because yesterday I was 21 myself. Time plays tricks on you. I’m trying to be better at enjoying the minute I am in, because I can’t get it back again. Some minutes are easier than others.
Zach was born at 4:05pm. I was watching Oprah and it was helping me concentrate. Then it turned to Star Trek, so that last 5 minutes were pretty awful. (Of course, the ring of fire thing didn’t help!)
Anyway, Zach is a great kid. And man, of course. I just appreciate him so much, and I don’t think I can express how. He changed me. He changed my life and made it better. I got my first glimpses of what pure love and joy look like. And he was so easy. He is still easy. We’ve never had an argument. I won’t say he’s perfect, he’s not. He’s learned some important life lessons in the last couple of years but they’ve only strengthened him.
These are the last three pictures I have of him. Look at him, willing to dye eggs, find a basket, and cuddle with his sister. He’s so GOOD. And I am grateful he is mine.