You can probably tell that this isn't going to be about my grandkids; instead, it's about my firstborn, Daniel! He turns 40 years old on Saturday, January 11--in just two days. I sure wish I could say that I was a young 22 when he was born, but that's just not the case.
There are some moments/memories that stay with you forever and giving birth is one of them. As first birth stories go, it was better than most--with only about 7 hours of labor. This was in the days when sonograms were only used for diagnostic purposes and not planning-the-baby shower/gifts/nursery-purposes. Like a scene from "Call the Midwife" they announced, "you have a son" and our whole world changed. He was a skinny 7 lbs, 7 oz. and 21 inches long with blue eyes, a little blond hair and a ruddy complexion. Except for the weight, he can still be described the same way.
Fast forward past the toddler years, elementary, middle and high school, past an incredible number of sports competitions (mostly cross country, track and swim meets), past his going all the way to California to college (more cross country and track meets), past meeting the love of his life, getting married, settling down in the Bay area of California and then giving us four beautiful blue-eyed, blond grandchildren and here we are 40 years later.
We celebrated last night because they headed north to Kirkland for a weekend of skiing with his family--his favorite thing to do. We're so proud of the man of God, husband and father he's become and so fortunate to live less than 2 miles away. Even if California is ridiculously expensive compared to Kansas City, there's no place we would rather be!
Happy, happy 40th birthday, Daniel!
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