Twenty nine years ago I know exactly what I was doing in this moment. I was sitting on the far left end of the couch reading a book and thinking that Jennifer Gale would be born in just three more weeks.
She kicked the book so hard it fell off my lap and I went to bed that night thinking I could not remember the last time I was comfortable. A few hours later I woke up, went to the bathroom and my water broke. Our family is like that you know, very considerate and meticulous. Then I took a bath, drank a cup of tea, broke the rules and waited on the contractions that were supposed to follow.
You were already manifesting a lot of the characteristics you would have for the rest of your life. My first contraction was not until eight o'clock. I was fully dilated by eight thirty. You were eager and ready to be here, three weeks early and without any hesitation at all.
However, the world was not quite big enough for you, you did not emerge until eight hours later, but what a beautiful surprise you were! Not Jennifer Gale, but a big eight pound two ounce boy so full of life and vigor that you flipped over in the warming tray!
Your love for living and your indomitable spirit have never flagged. You are a sweet and patient father, a loving and very caring son, a good husband and a great believer in giving back to the world. No matter how little you have, there always seems to be enough for you to share.
I am so proud of you and I love you more than you may ever know.
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