Eighteen years ago yesterday, my husband was on the phone trying to get someone to fix a burst pipe when I hurried in from an ultrasound appointment, three weeks before my due date. “Cancel the plumber. We’re having a baby today.”
We rushed to the hospital, and Jonathan Morgan Petrini was born an hour and a half later. He’s a lot bigger than 6 pounds now; in fact, he’s at least 6-foot-3. But even though he’s a young man now, he’s still my baby. Happy 18th Birthday, Jon Morgan!