Nineteen years ago this morning, my baby was due in three weeks. Bob was on the phone, looking for a plumber to fix a burst pipe, when I arrived home from an ultrasound and told him, “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 2 ounces now; in fact, he’s 6 foot 3. But even though he turned 19 today, he’s still my baby. Happy Birthday, Jon Morgan!
