Today

Today is the 48th anniversary of the luckiest day of my life. 49 years ago my mother got the phone call, “Congratulations, Betsy, you have a son.” Obviously, the adoption procedures were long since finalized. Dad and a neighbor (who was also my mom’s physician) were on the way to the hospital to pick me up, with Mom and her mother waiting at home.

Mom paced around the house while her mom tried to reduce expectations by reminding her that some infants are plain ugly and red. Mom continued to pace and could only think one thing, “I’m a new mother. I need to be clean. I need to be clean.”

So she went to the bathroom to take a shower. It was only after the water was rushing over her did she realize she was fully clothed.

Thanks, Mom and Dad.