Happy Birthday, Mike!

#1 Tiny, frail, spunky! 4lbs. 9oz. of snorting baby boy! He came into our World easily, but with a stubborn streak. With a determination to do it his way – he beat the odds and proved his own strength.

“Holy Crap . . . 37 years old?! What does that make me?” This is the kid who came 2 months earlier than his planned due date! There was no nursery; no clothes; no crib; no indication that we were in the least ready for his arrival. Sure we had planned it – we anticipated it. We thrilled at each kick and roll-over as we watched him do somersaults across my belly. But I never guessed as I went through a whole weekend of labor, that he would catch us by surprise this way. Would this be an indication of how prepared I was for the responsibility of motherhood?

Thanks for sharing in our lives - we marvel at the talents you have and the love that you show your own son. May your hopes and dreams soar as high as the kites you enjoy flying! I love you, Michael.