I was there when he was born. Yes, M is our adopted son, but I was still there when he was born, thanks to the goodwill of his birth parents. Six years ago today at this hour we were all still waiting for him to show up.
This morning, at 5:08 a.m., I was awoken by the firm voice of Mission Control in the basement playroom, announcing the lift-off of the Saturn V. Over and over again, until I asked Mission Control to please bit a little more quiet, as it was not yet time to get up. This morning, M put away the milk and juice and cereal without being nagged. He’s getting to be a big kid, six years old today.
Happy Birthday, M.