An ode to early late-summer birthdays

A little tribute to the day that made me a witch

My older son was born 12 years ago today. His due date was supposed to be September 4, and while I was pregnant, I would get choked up listening to the songs “September” and “September Gurls,” imagining meeting my child for the first time. But then I got induced early, and he was born on August 17. By the time he was born, I was too tired, shocked, and …