What is your first memory?
What is the earliest moment of your own existence that you can clearly recall?
Mine is from October, 1981. I was five-year-old. The image is of the hallway of my maternal grandparents' house. The ceiling light was on. A brown clothes basket was on the floor (Grandma was a big laundry-doer).
It was on or around the day my sister Kristy was born. My brother Joey and I were staying there while my mom was in the hospital.
This morning, as I was walking north on Mulberry Street toward the 6 train, I received the call that Kristy had just given birth to a new baby of her own.
Her son, Brayden Charles, was born at 8:06 a.m. He weighed in at 6 pounds, 3 ounces and was 19 inches long. Reports are that he is crowned with quite a bit of dark hair.
Brayden is a new brother for Ethan, age 6, and Mariah, age 1. He also is a new cousin for Aiden.
Welcome to the party, Brayden! May the Holy Spirit always be your guide.
The occasion calls for a tune. "What A Wonderful World" seems appropriate -- and here's an especially cute rendition: