Book Review #5: On The Night You Were Born by Nancy Tillman

Today's book review is sentimental (and a little funny if you watch it). I remember the days when the thought of holding my own baby was just a dream. You know! One of those dreams you hope for, but will always remain just a dream. 

The night my son was born was a marvelous and beautiful night. I remember being so exhausted before he was even here and relieved that I no longer had to wait to see him. I remember insisting he stay with me in my room and only allowed the nurses to take him to the nursery once. I didn't want him out of my sight. I was (and honestly still sometimes am) in awe that I made this little guy.