My big boy is going to be seventeen.

I cannot believe how quickly these years have gone by.

Every July, I find myself with a sappy smile on my face, as I remember the heat and heaviness of the final days of pregnancy.

In what I would later come to appreciate as part of his laid back personality, our boy was in no hurry to rush his appearance.

My partner and I walked around for days after our due date, my swollen fingers and toes feeling like a bunch of bananas, seeking shelter in the cool of Capilano Canyon.  [Read more…]