Nothing new...

Tyler is officially 13. I feel OLD. She is having a friend spend the night tonight after swim team. Her grandmother will be taking her out to lunch. Her new computer and printer have not yet arrived, so we will celebrate today, tomorrow and through the weekend. At this time (it is 12:14 am) thirteen years ago, my water was breaking and I was sleeping in the mess. Amazingly, when I really think about it, I still remember the day (morning) and the experience. I even remember calling the hospital to see if I should come in and them telling me to get there ASAP only to have Kirk get into the shower while I loaded the car seat and packed the bags (unprepared for the first born?)... It was all good that we took so long, made the hospital stay shorter... Tyler was born just two hours after arriving at the hospital. I hope I never forget... maybe if I just tell Tyler the story every year on her birthday I will always remember how great that day was - she likes hearing the story; maybe because she likes knowing her dad and I remember all the special details of her special day?