A poem about: It’s your birthday today, and I’ve been…

It’s your birthday today, and I’ve been thinking about the night you were born—May 27, 1991, around 10 PM. I went into labor during the Levine family reunion over Memorial Day weekend. I remember feeling nervous, but also excited—this huge unknown ahead of me, and you were my first.Dr. Smith delivered you because Dr. Grady wasn’t available. You came into the world at 6 lbs 11 oz, and when they placed you in my arms, I cried. It was a rush of awe—this tiny, real person—and I felt, “It’s you and me against the world.”That feeling hasn’t left me. Even with the rough patches, even with the space between us, I still carry that same love. I’m hopeful. Hopeful that somehow, with time and honesty, we can put the past behind us and find some peace.Happy Birthday, Ethan. I hope today brings you something real and good.

On May 27, beneath the moon's gentle gaze,
The world held breath, an eerie, expectant phase.
Through laughter's hum of family ties near,
A whisper of life, I felt you draw near.

Labor's dance began at the reunion's heart,
Nervous joy mixed with a new journey’s start.
Dr. Smith's hands delivered you into this realm,
For Dr. Grady’s absence took him from the helm.

Six pounds, eleven ounces, you made your way,
Into my arms, where forever you'd stay.
In awe, I cried, at this small, fragile grace,
"It's you and me," against time's wild race.

Though life spins rough patches and stretches us thin,
The love’s always there, deeply woven within.
Hopeful bridges we build, to heal and restore,
A peace that beckons from somewhere ashore.

Happy Birthday, Ethan, with wishes unfurled,
May today bring you something real in this world.

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On May 27, beneath the moon's gentle gaze, The world held breath, an eerie, expectant phase. Through laughter's hum of family ties near, A whisper of life, I felt you draw near. Labor's dance began at the reunion's heart, Nervous joy mixed with a new journey’s start. Dr. Smith's hands delivered you into this realm, For Dr. Grady’s absence took him from the helm. Six pounds, eleven ounces, you made your way, Into my arms, where forever you'd stay. In awe, I cried, at this small, fragile grace, "It's you and me," against time's wild race. Though life spins rough patches and stretches us thin, The love’s always there, deeply woven within. Hopeful bridges we build, to heal and restore, A peace that beckons from somewhere ashore. Happy Birthday, Ethan, with wishes unfurled, May today bring you something real in this world.