My younger son, Christian, turns 18 today.
His birth in Paris 18 years ago was a very emotional time for me.
When Liz was pregnant with our older son, John, we really didn’t know what we were doing… or that we would end up with a perfect new life in our lives.
It was different the second time around. I knew full well the complete miracle of life that was coming into ours.
At that time, I worked at the American Embassy in Paris and a popular French singer, Francis Cabrel, had just come out with a new album that included a song about a child’s birth.
I listened to the song over and over while Liz was pregnant. The song is about the birth of a daughter, but for me, it will always be Chris’ Song.
The part that choked me up, even today, were these lyrics.
First the hours, the days, the weeks, then the years of love.