This was the day my life began as well as Zachary's. I remember the first time I laid eyes on him and thinking this is love, finally I understand. He was born at 6:33 am on a Wednesday morning, kept me up all night just trying to enter our world. He weighted 8lbs 1oz and was 21.5 inches long, and had to have a size one shoe because his feet were already to big for a zero. He was perfect. Dark hair and blue eyes and all of his fingers and toes. I remember thinking I am responsible for him and just praying I could do this job God had entrusted me to do with this beautiful child. I wanted to make his life perfect and protect him from anyone or anything that would ever hurt him.