Yesterday Turner, Timmy's little brother whom he never met, matched Timmy in age. It was a brief moment, gone in a mere sixty seconds. Then the clock ticked another minute and Turner grew older than his big brother. All this on Mother's Day. These milestones are bittersweet-crushing and relieving. Turner has survived a day I have fretted over since his conception and for that I am deeply grateful. Timmy should be here to proudly reveal his crayon created card that Talia would have helped him make for me. Now, it will be Turner who holds the crayon box.
