I've been reliving the days and weeks leading up to Suzanne's birth — how I'd wanted her to see the autumn leaves, but how the trees were almost bare by the time she was born in Concord, Massachusetts, on October 23. It didn't dawn on me at the time that (in addition to the fact that she would be a newborn and focusing no further than the faces in front of her!) we wouldn't always live there. I had no idea that by her first birthday we'd be living in Virginia, where the leaves have barely started changing in late October.
But here we are — and more to the point, here she is. After years in Africa, Suzanne now lives with her husband only 20 miles away. It's only one of many amazing zigs (zags?) of the marvelously zigzagging road of parenthood. Which began for me (gulp!) 30 years ago today.
Happy Birthday, Suzanne!