For most of my live I’ve lived in Quebec, but after getting married to my wonderful wife, I wanted to try something new. We talked about where we should live, and came to a conclusion that Toronto would be a nice place. We searched around for a great place to start a family, and found Junction in Toronto. Once we moved there, our life was a little different, but mostly the same. We had great jobs and met some wonderful people who were pretty friendly to us. When my wife became pregnant with our first child, things became really hectic.
My wife would have all kinds of crazy cravings and want me to go to the store to get some food. There was a pretty nice store in the area that was only a few minutes from where we lived. Every time I would walk in, the staff would know why I was there. The cravings had no kind of reasoning to them. Once my wife wanted to have peanut butter, eggs, and corn, all at the same time. We also went to prenatal classes to learn about proper care for our soon to be child. They even taught us how to essentially birth the baby in an emergency situation.
Our child was born one Saturday night. It was a boy and we named it Mark. He was a healthy little baby, and had quite an appetite. The moment he touched my hand, I couldn’t help but let out a few tears. My parents and my wife’s parents came all the way from Quebec to Toronto to see the baby being born. We went back to Junction just a short time after the baby was born, and the baby did what babies do best: cry and eat. He’s going to grow up to be a great son.