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It was sixteen years ago today, a Thursday, when a quiet morning at home with my husband (he worked nights on alternating weeks) and 26 month old son was interrupted by my realization that I was going into labor. We packed the son off to Grandma's, headed to the hospital, and waited for the petite princess to put in her arrival. When I say princess, I am not kidding. She started holding court moments after birth. She still commands attention, a charge she will deny upon reading and stop speakin
Published on July 29, 2009 15:02