We planned for him.
We wanted him even earlier, but God's timing is perfect.
On Valentines Day, two years exactly from the day I learned I was carrying his sister, I discovered I was carrying him. I cried, and kept the news to myself for an entire day. I ate garlic fries beside a fountain and dreamed of the little boy my body was creating.
I knew it was a boy.
Here he will be known as Pirate. That is not the name on his birth certificate.
This little man completes our family. We're so glad he's here.
photo by Jules Bianchi
