...almost exactly to the minute, Brendan and I were sitting on a bench in the hallway of the International Terminal of JFK Airport, trembling together, as we waited for our son to come through immigration. Our son. Our son! How nervous we were, how excited! His plane landed at 3:15 pm, earlier than expected. At roughly 4:08 pm our lovely greeter, Marge, placed a wriggly bundle of boy in my arms, and our family was made.
Happy one year, Harrison! We love you very, very, very much!
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