four am this morning marked the birth of our first daughter, in 1978…

had barely left my desk for a minute the day before, as I tried to finish up a huge report for one of my colleagues…

we got home and then headed to the hospital, because I wasn’t feeling one hundred percent… expected them to look me over and send me home…

got there around four pm, and she was born twelve hours later at four in the morning…

not too big a deal… except that she was six weeks early…

thankfully she was fine, and for her second birthday present we brought her home a little sister…

she sent me this picture today as she, her husband and a good friend of theirs were on the train to Montreal to celebrate their birthdays…

life certainly changed for George and I from the moment she was born…

being a parent has been and continues to be a remarkable experience…