My first-born's birthday

This the birthday of my son Tate, my first-born child.  (The photo is three years old-can't find a newer one.)He arrived following two early spontaneous miscarriages.  He was definitely planned and desired - no accident.  Bob and I were married for ten years before - purposefully avoiding pregnancy while he attended graduate school and began developing his career as a mathematician.  The successful pregnancy came while I was attending school full time at the University of New Mexico as a physical education student - my third year of university schooling after ten years of working as a secretary.  (I had completed two years at U. of South Carolina before we married.)  We had owned one home in Riverside, California, for a year  and then moved to Albuquerque where Tate was born.  I don't remember a whole lot about the birth, except that it was quick and easy but I do remember nine months of perfect health - I quit smoking and drinking alcohol, ate good food, exercised, etc.  I felt wonderful the whole nine months.  Bob once said, "If it didn't result in kids, I'd keep you pregnant all the time."   (This after the second child, our planned limit,  was born.)  I'll never forget the first ten days after Tate's birth.  Bob would not allow anyone inside the house for ten days - afraid of germs.  He changed diapers, did the middle-of-the-night feedings, and spent every hour not at work caring for the baby.  My life was as easy as could possibly be.  Except for the fear of doing somethinIg wrong!  I spent all my free time reading "Dr. Spock" and trying to follow every rule, telling myself all would be well, but didn't really believe that until he could talk!  About then, I finally began to relax and enjoy being a mother.   So, today I celebrate the beginning of a love-affair of 48 years that will never end.  Happy Birthday Son!