June 14, 2007
Where is he going to go? How is he going to survive? When will he grow up? At twenty-three years old, I was already married, working full time and pregnant with my first child. The Prodigal Son arrived nine days before my 24th birthday. Oh how in love I fell when they placed him in my arms. He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. He is still a good looking young man, but he is far from being self-sufficient. I have to cut the cord. Itís going to hurt, but itís now or never! God help me!!!