It really seems like only yesterday that I, about this hour, was on my way to the hospital over a bumpy Southwest Freeway to Memorial Hospital Southwest to give birth to my fourth child.

I'd done it before, but that didn't take away from the excitement I felt about what was about to take place. This was before the days of common sonograms and knowing what sex you'd deliver months before the actual date. I was hoping (yes I was) for a son to be a buddy for Matthew, and was thinking that Katie wouldn't mind having another little brother to mother.

When Luke was born, it was fulfillment. Yes! I had 2 and 2 and I always liked even numbers and the balance that I thought that created.

And now, he's 25 and married and life has changed. That day, I never even looked past that day.

And it's here.