My eldest son, Matthew James, turns 20 years-old today. WOW.
Around this time, twenty years ago today, I was just getting off work at the distribution center and driving to my mom's house.
At this time in the morning, twenty years ago, I was having consistent contractions and unable to sleep.
A few hours from now, twenty years ago, I woke my mom to let her know today would be the day I would be bringing her very first grandson into this world.
What did we do first, you ask? Each of us showered, then we painted our fingernails and our toenails and as soon as the mall opened we walked the halls; stopping regularly to breathe through the contractions that were slowly increasing in intensity.
When I wasn't able to walk very far before the next contraction forced the wind out of me we decided to go to the hospital to find out how far I had progressed. They kept me.
Twenty years ago today, around 3:15'ish in the afternoon, I brought ten-pound and 23 inch long Matthew James into this world.
The first of my four sons.
Best thing I ever did. EVAR.
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