Forty years ago today, at this very minute, I was in labor. John arrived at 2.05pm, all 7 pounds, 6 ounces of squirming, adorable baby. I was a young mother, not quite twenty-two years old, and I had not the slightest idea of what to do with this precious little infant. But I quickly figured it out, and we’ve had quite a journey through the years, John and I.
He was always a good child, and he is now a good man. He’s inquisitive, funny, smart, kind, innovative, good to his parents, his brother, sister-in-law, his niece and now his little nephew, and most important he’s a good husband to his wife, he’s everything a parent wants their child to be.
It’s been such a short journey to your 40th birthday, son, I hope we have many, many more to celebrate together.