Fifteen years ago, after a late night race through almost-deserted Manhattan streets, (and boy, did my husband LOVE that drive – I think he was dying to get pulled over by New York’s finest just so he could point at me and ask for an escort. But I digress…) our boy Julian was born at Beth Israel Hospital, NYC. At 10 pounds, 8 ounces, he made quite an entrance!
Jude is now 15. He’s talented, wise and funny in an almost visceral way. He’s working hard with the cards dealt to him and we couldn’t be prouder of all he’s accomplishing right now. Happy birthday, Julian. Every day you become an even finer young man. Now let’s go watch some fireworks!