Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders
While chasing the clouds aways

Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing
As we danced in the night
Remember, how the stars stole the night away ~ Earth Wind and Fire September

September. The ninth month. A month of birthing dreams and prophetic destinies. What a month. The song rolling through our minds was September because it spoke of the last day of summer and my due date to birth my son. Only my son marches to the beat of his own drummer and so he decided to arrive on the first day of fall instead. Not one to go out on the last season, he began his life by marking a new season. How could I have known that this wonderful joy would so enthrall my life?

Yet, here he is on the eve of his 32nd birthday and he is just as wonderful to me as the day he was born. As I write this, he on vacation with his wife in Washington D.C.. This makes me smile as I know he is a happy traveler and especially happy to share his life with Frances. He loves history and I know he is a walking encyclopedia of every historical event marker there. This kind of vacation makes him happy!

In the middle of September we’d still play out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could’ve been
It was worth it in the end ~ Daughtry

So the timing was off in his conception and birth. And everything was completely backward in the scheme of what we know to do. The fact still remains it was worth it in the end. To know love at this level and experience a tiny little hand in yours who trusts you for everything life giving. It’s the responsibility that none should take casually.

September 22: “Autumn is the perfect time to take account of what we’ve done, what we didn’t do, and what we’d like to do next year.” ~ Author Unknown

So here is my assessment of September 22:

What we’ve done – created and birthed a simply outstanding human being. Words can not express how I feel about this love of mine. He is kind, and he shows such a strength about him. He is funny in a sarcastic way and I love to be with him and listen to his jokes, his politics, his thoughts on his life with Jesus.

What we didn’t do – We didn’t slow down enough. I was always in a hurry, always running to the next thing, I so want a do over on those things.

What we’d like to do next year – Haha! Is it too too much to hope that next year we are holding a little mini me combo of Anthony and Frances? Is it okay to dream aloud? I know that I will be a solidly great and fantastic Nana!

Happy Birthday Anthony!! You are forever loved and will always be My Sunshine!