In the blink of an eye my baby boy turned nine years old, yet what was the meaning of my life before him?
I seemed to have all of the time in the world.
I could indulge in uninterrupted sleep and extraordinary lovemaking.
I traveled. I was carefree. I was selfish and self-centered.
I seemed content, but something - or rather someone - was missing.
excerpt from my journal
2009 snapshot of his 1st birthday; it is important for me to mention that all of the surrounding toys were gifts from dear family and friends