11 years ago, Cory (my husband) was in Texas for his paramedic internship. After talking to me on the phone that night, without me knowing, he told his preceptor that he had to end his internship early. He said he had to go home right away.
Two days later, he surprised me while I was shopping at the store with a great big hug.
Exactly 18 hours later, I saw Cory panic for the first (and only) time in his life. We were at the hospital, Rhys was crowing, and there was no one but a CNA in the room. Cory quickly recovered and deliver his adorable son.
Happy birthday, Rhys! I have loved the past 11 years, and can’t wait for so many more.
