March 31st—a day to wax schmaltzy and celebrate three babies in my life. Today I have a tale of three babes, each with a unique personality, and each related to the others in such a random way the connections can only be cosmic. One is no longer an infant (far from it), one I haven’t met yet, and one is not human, but each is a vital part of me.
“Baby” number one is my daughter, Jennifer. Today is her 33rd birthday, which makes her—obviously—the child who is not an infant.
She was born just af...
Published on March 30, 2014 21:01