I really wanted to post this for your birthday, but oh well. You were late too, after all. I was due last year on the 10 of September. I was induced on the 19th. Finally, on the 21st, you had to be dragged out by a team of professionals. I'm surprised the CIA wasn't involved. Some things Mom remembers about your birth:
The radio was playing Tuesday Afternoon when we drove you home. You were born on Tuesday at 2:40.
The first night I stayed alone at the hospital with you, we watched Airplane. Because I wanted you to be cultured.
You never wanted a pacifier. There are no pictures of you with one actually in your mouth.
When you were born, we had not yet decided what to name you. But we knew you were Austin when we saw you.
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