While pregnant with Luke, before I knew he was a boy, I wanted a boy soooo badly! So badly.
At my ultrasound with him, I warned the technician not to just blurt out what *he was*, but to tell me when she knew and I would then tell her when I was ready to be told. When she did finally say the word "boy", without giving any response, I simply burst into tears.
Very timidly, the technician looked at Mike and almost in a whisper asked, "Was that the right answer, or the wrong answer?" He assured her it was the right answer. Those were tears of pure joy, and I have loved, loved, loved that I have had the joy of both sons and daughters in my life ever since.
Today that baby boy of mine turned 13!
Anyone that has read this blog for very long knows what a unique child Luke is. There are SOOOO many things I love about that boy. So many.
I love Luke.
(He claims he can't breathe when smiling. Thus the funny face he is pulling.)