Birthdays Keep Coming

Twelve years ago a baby entered the world.  He was not happy at the event.  He suffered multiple bruises, both eyes were black, and his collarbone was broken by the rapidity of his delivery.

The rest of the family, sitting at the other end of the hall in the hospital, heard the pained screams.  One of  the other kids commented, ‘”That must be him!”

How true.  How very true.

Today that baby turns twelve.  It’s been a short trip from there to here, at least for his parents.  Of course, there have been and continue to be immense changes as he matures.  Slowing down and being quiet are not two of them.

But today is his birthday.

Happy birthday, Jon!  Hope there are dozens more!

Just slow down and be careful.  Please?