I'll never forget the memorable evening, 9 years ago, when I began to labor at home in happy, yet nervous, anticipation of the arrival of our third son, George. It was 2004, a presidential election year. I was determined to hang out at home for as long as possible, and spent the night on the couch drifting in and out of sleep, watching the ballot counts swing back and forth between Bush and Kerry while the contractions came and went.
|George and my dad happy to be holding each other.|
The birthday boy in our family always knows to expect a smothering of hugs and kisses, birthday breakfast, the recollection of funny stories from his past and a walk through pages of past photos from birth to present. You would think they would tire of this routine, but they live it and love it like it's something fresh and new every single time. Traditions are wonderful like that, aren't they?
It's a beautiful experience for me, George, to recall your birth story, your providential entrance into this world, into our hearts, into our home. There is no one else in the world like you! You, and all of your wild enthusiasm for hunting, sports and crafts, you and your carefree approach to life, you and your tender generosity, you and your pure boyish charm that wins my heart over every day. I am better because of you - the world is and will continue to be a better place because of you. I hope you know what at gift it is to be your mom and how very much you are loved on your birthday and every day of your life!