I was out with Stef this afternoon. On our way back home, I stopped and picked up a few flats of impatiens. There’s a reason they’re being planted today.
Twenty one years ago today, the exterminator came to our condo in Branford. Helaine, being ‘quite pregnant’ decided to go outside and avoid his chemistry.
Nine months pregnant with a basketball sized belly, she decided to plant flowers. I couldn’t believe it then. I still can’t believe it now.
The next day Steffie was born.
Tomorrow, we celebrate Stef’s 21st. I know she’s looking forward to it, as are we. It’s a very important birthday. We’ll be hosting her friends for dinner and drinks at a little place in Manhattan’s Chelsea District.
All that garbage people tell you when a child is first born — how your baby will grow up in the blink of an eye, sounds ridiculous and meaningless when it’s said. It turns out, it’s 100% true. She has grown up in the blink of an eye.
Steffie’s in a good place right now, both to herself and to us. It will be a happy birthday dear Stefanie. Happy birthday to you.