October 1st 1983 Vito was born at 7:40 am. He weighed 7 pounds 13 ounces and was absolutely perfect. His hair was a lovely strawberry blond that sparkled in the sun and was arranged in a neat little man's haircut. I was smitten at first sight. Of course you cried (don't all babies?) and wouldn't stand for being wrapped up tight in the blanket which seemed to comfort all the other babies. I just chalked it up to an independent nature, something to be admired, respected. Once, as I entered the nursery to get you, I overheard a nurse comment to another nurse "Boy is he going to give his mother trouble". Not possible, not my little angel.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
The day I fell in love
October 1st 1983 Vito was born at 7:40 am. He weighed 7 pounds 13 ounces and was absolutely perfect. His hair was a lovely strawberry blond that sparkled in the sun and was arranged in a neat little man's haircut. I was smitten at first sight. Of course you cried (don't all babies?) and wouldn't stand for being wrapped up tight in the blanket which seemed to comfort all the other babies. I just chalked it up to an independent nature, something to be admired, respected. Once, as I entered the nursery to get you, I overheard a nurse comment to another nurse "Boy is he going to give his mother trouble". Not possible, not my little angel.
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