Warm spring nights, trying but joyful times, and true love falling from the moonlit sky, are just a few of the things that will recapture the past in a way that all can almost relive these events. Gage, I hope that you too will be able to recapture these events as you read on.
First, my parents met. They met at Claremore Lake in April of 1981. Their ages at the time of the meeting were fifteen and twenty-one. I have been told that as my mother pulled up and saw him sitting there playing his guitar and singing, that there was an instant attraction.
After their marriage in September of 1987, my mother became pregnant with me in March of 1988. I was born December 7, 1988 weighing in at six pounds four ounces. My mother Karen Brewer was age twenty-two and my father Mike Brewer was twenty-eight at the time of my birth. My mother had to have an emergency c-section, due to the fact that I was a star-gazer. (Being a star-gazer is another way of saying that I was faced the wrong way for natural birth.) The doctors over drugged my mother, so when I was finally born, I was very unresponsive and had an apgar score of a two. I had to be on a respirator to help me breathe. I also underwent a series of tests to determine whether or not I would be able to live a normal life. The doctors told my mother that there was a possibility that I could be retarded because of the complications during birth.
Later, in May of 2005 your father and I met. It was a different, but wonderful experience. At the time of our meeting your father was twenty-seven and I was sixteen. We met at a friend of the family’s house. Two years later, in June of 2007, your father and I receive the news that you have been conceived. It was a very exciting experience.
As the seasons pass in our lives, every moment experienced between our families is cherished. Gage, I hope that after reading this you really have recaptured the essence of the feelings, and the memories of these events. As spring remains the time of falling in love, we embark in a series of events we all call life.
First, my parents met. They met at Claremore Lake in April of 1981. Their ages at the time of the meeting were fifteen and twenty-one. I have been told that as my mother pulled up and saw him sitting there playing his guitar and singing, that there was an instant attraction.
After their marriage in September of 1987, my mother became pregnant with me in March of 1988. I was born December 7, 1988 weighing in at six pounds four ounces. My mother Karen Brewer was age twenty-two and my father Mike Brewer was twenty-eight at the time of my birth. My mother had to have an emergency c-section, due to the fact that I was a star-gazer. (Being a star-gazer is another way of saying that I was faced the wrong way for natural birth.) The doctors over drugged my mother, so when I was finally born, I was very unresponsive and had an apgar score of a two. I had to be on a respirator to help me breathe. I also underwent a series of tests to determine whether or not I would be able to live a normal life. The doctors told my mother that there was a possibility that I could be retarded because of the complications during birth.
Later, in May of 2005 your father and I met. It was a different, but wonderful experience. At the time of our meeting your father was twenty-seven and I was sixteen. We met at a friend of the family’s house. Two years later, in June of 2007, your father and I receive the news that you have been conceived. It was a very exciting experience.
As the seasons pass in our lives, every moment experienced between our families is cherished. Gage, I hope that after reading this you really have recaptured the essence of the feelings, and the memories of these events. As spring remains the time of falling in love, we embark in a series of events we all call life.
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