It's the first day of spring. Twenty-four years ago today, Beve and I walked into a hospital in Tacoma, WA and by noon, had welcomed our one and only son into his breathing-outside-my-body life. It was the best of the three birth-days I experienced, neither too tired from a long labor, nor in too much pain from too little anesthesia. J would say that this might be the only time he caused me the least amount of pain of the three of them, but that's because he tends to be a pessimist. In truth, he's always been a bright light in my life. So much like me, it's sometimes like talking to myself to have a conversation with him. And physically, he is the child whose genes are most easy to see. He's built like my brother, with Beve's eyes and my nose, and the hairiness of my father's family (sorry, J!).
So without further ado, a look through J's life:
Beve and J have taken two big trips together. Notice J wore a WSU hat on each trip! First, my men went to Washington DC with my mom and two other Crain cousins one hot, sticky summer. Beve was there to help when Grammacy was out-of-hand emotionally, and to be a stabilizing person for our son. J and my mom had a rough go of it. Well, she almost always had a rough go of it with him. Her loss, we've always said. But the trip was mostly great for the rest of them, other than Beve having a Meniere's attack, which landed him in an ER, and kind of put a damper on their last day. Well, that and the electrical storm when they flew into DC. Then there was LA having to share a room with Grammacy, whose snoring kept her awake all night, every night. Hmm, Come to think of it, there were a whole lot of hard moments on that trip. Maybe the best we can say is that they survived it, and have the pictures to prove it. J's favorite part was the Halocaust museum, though favorite is an odd word to call it. A couple of years later, Beve and J went to Germany together with J's high school German class. J is a history major now, has always been passionate about WWII, so German was the obvious language to learn, and the trip an easy choice. They were both very moved by Auschwitz. It is a transformative experience. One I hope to have someday.