Nearly 14 years ago, my family gathered around me at the hospital to witness the birth of my first child. My baby brother, then 13, stayed by my side throughout the entire process—even though he might have preferred to be elsewhere.
The happiness on his face when he held Nathan for the first time was unforgettable. He had told me he would want me with him at the hospital when he had a child, which filled my heart with joy.
To our surprise, his first baby and mine share the exact same due date—almost like nature planned it. Fourteen years and a day after he held his nephew, he cradled his own newborn.
Because he was there for me, I didn’t hesitate to spend the 30-hour wait at the hospital supporting him through his delivery. Sharing this special bond across time is one of life’s most incredible gifts.