Should I die, this blog will serve as my son's source of virtual mama.

If I live, I won't have to repeat myself.

sigers writes fiction and nags her son in austin, texas. 

Happy birthday, Amsden.

Today you are two. And at different points in the day I looked at trees. There was a tree outside the birthing center and throughout my labor with you, I would look at it for guidance. I looked for the dawn to come in behind it. It was steadying.

And I had to be patient. Because the dawn was in no hurry. But it did come. Just after you arrived.