the nurse joked he had arrived with his own applause. My son Evan called me at 2:48, voice shaking. “Mom,” he said.
“He’s here.” I sat up in bed so quickly, my late husband, David, reached for his glasses and knocked them onto the floor. “Is he all right?” I asked. “He’s perfect,” Evan said. “One word: perfect.”
David and I drove to the hospital before continue reading …