August 29, 1985 was equal parts excitement and terror, I was terrified at what could happen, and excited to welcome a beautiful baby boy into this world.
The day you were born was an incredible day, filled with elation and then fear. You were born with water on your lungs and had to be rushed to the NICU. I was told by one of the doctors you would always have lung issues and never play sports.
You proved them all wrong, starting in soccer, then t-ball, softball and baseball, throw a season of football in and there ya go, an all around American boy.
I’m so proud of you son, you have grown into an incredible man, son. You have a sense of humor that is quiet and surprising. Much like the rest of us you can throw zingers in rapid fire.
You are an observer, you always have been, with a keen eye and sense of what is going on in the world.
I love you so much and I know I don’t get to see you as often as I would like. You are very busy with a bustling family of your own.
Every day I pray for you, that you retain your sense of humor, that you are strong for your family and that you keep that sense of wonder and curiosity that you have always had.
I love you so much son, I hope this birthday brings you everything that you want and more!