The sky was yellow and the sun was blue~

Sixteen years ago I brought my first little miracle into this world after about 2 days of labor. He was stubborn from the beginning. He came two weeks late and I went into hard labor the morning I was to be induced. I remember my sister-in-laws and mom seeing his full head of hair popping out and my boyfriend(not the dad) happened to pop his head in the room just as he was crowning and he yelled "I'm sorry", even though he didn't knock me up. Somehow, with the strange connection his dad and I have always had, he managed to call at the time I was delivering. He knew Zion was coming.
I still think Zion saved me. I have no idea where I would have ended up if I had not gotten pregnant. It could have been in crack alley in San Fran. Or on some commune in Hawaii. He changed my life, at 18 years old, for the better and I am so thankful for that gift.
I wish he could have saved his dad from all the tribulations he has put himself through.
Who knew 16 years ago that everything that has happened would.
It has now been almost 10 years since he was paralyzed and life is not easy, but I still have him.
He is your typical difficult teenager with some extra added angst and issues stemming from the spinal cord injury.
He is an awesome human being that I am so proud of.
Some days he is the bane of my existence.
I love him so very very much.