20 years old today

20 years ago today you came into this world. It was a day much like today. January 28th 2004, during one of the worst snow storms Kentucky had ever seen. Roads were frozen over and accidents abounded. Except we didn't have inches of snow, we had feet of snow. The storm had come on quickly and ice formed suddenly. Your daddy had made arrangements for a 4-wheel drive vehicle to come and get me to the hospital if he was on duty when I went into labor. But that was not to be the case and you arrived after only 14 hours of labor. As the story goes, your daddy and I had just returned from a lunch of Mexican yumminess. Mark went in the house to take a quick nap and I walked over to the garage to get something for the house. I was walking back across the carport returning to the house when I fell on ice that had formed very quickly. I was so huge that I couldn't get up and kept sliding back down with every attempt to stand. (Hey, my bubble was off, you weighed over 9 lbs after all with most of that being your head.). I began yelling for help but your father couldn't hear me inside the house, in the back bedroom where, he was by now, napping. I would push up and slide back down and little by little I was getting more and more wet and cold. I was close to frozen when a little blond bus driver came running up the driveway. Evidently she had seen my huge body flopping around like a fish and came to help me. But she was so little and petite that she could not get me up so I sent her inside to get your daddy. I was worried she might catch him aunatural as was his practice so I warned her of that too. She laughed and went in search of Mark. This was a small town so everyone knew everyone and she knew your daddy and thought this was funny. I was not wrong in my assumption because he came running but the worst was avoided and after donning a pair of sweats he ran outside bare chested and barefooted and quickly lifted me from the ice. We thanked my rescuer and he put me in the police car and drove me to the hospital. We did go lights and sirens if you are wondering cause that's just how we roll and cause I had gone into labor during the fall. My son, we named you Mark, after your father, cause it was better than Xerxes. We called you Duke because it was during that unfortunate Lorraina Bobbitt incident and naming you John Wayne was just totally out of the question. Nope, it had to be Mark. Your arrival on this planet was a typical Watson adventure. Your Nanna and Poppa were there in time to witness your arrival. You showed up screaming with the one of the biggest heads your dr. had ever seen. I watched your Daddy stare in wonder at you while the drs checked you out. It was an amazing day. I will forever have a soft spot for little blond bus drivers. Happy birthday baby boy! You've never ceased to amaze me and I am so proud to be your momma.