Parker turned four on February 1st. How well I remember the evening he was born. It was during the Superbowl, also the Patriots I believe. The Superbowl made memorable by Janet Jackson, and yes, I heard about it during labor. The doctor who delivered Parker was not the one I had seen during my pregnancy, but she was really nice. Well, as nice as anyone can be who has said the words, "There's no time for the epidural now."
Anyway, Parker was born, and now four years have gone by already. Although, don't you think he looks like a six-year-old in this picture? He is slowly stretching out his little wings to find his place in the world. I love him. He is my funny, sensitive, little friend. He teaches me a lot about myself.
