Twenty Three Years Ago

I pushed. I moaned. I ate crushed ice and lemon balls. I pushed and moaned some more.
After one good scream from me, I heard one good cry from you.
I knew my life would never be the same.

Now twenty-three years have passed and you still amaze me.

Like last week when you said, "Instead of an ipod, can I have an acetylene torch for my birthday?"

I love artist people.