Twenty four years ago today our son joined our family. I was supposed to have another C-section and was scheduled to have him on the 25th. My dad had a hard time with this. He said his grandson will come when God determines it’s time for him to come and not when the doctor said. Mind you, we did not know if we were having a girl or boy, but my dad was convinced he was a boy. Our son agreed with him and he was a day early. He’s still always early. I remember looking into his eyes and falling in love.
As a child he was very active. We would call him “Ricochet Rabbit.” He was fast and always on the move. His tender heart came through when he slowed down enough to show it.
Today, I celebrate his birthday even though he is three thousand miles away, but in my heart I hold him close.
Tom and I couldn’t be prouder of our son. He’s strong, hard working, and handsome (like his pops). I admire how determined he is in pursuing his dreams. I love how focused he is.
I look forward to seeing you at Christmas. Happy Birthday, Son. Your pops and I love you very much.
© Nadine Zawacki 2009