Twenty-one years ago I was waiting for a baby to arrive. He took his time. Then, just before midnight, after perhaps the longest day of my life, Reid emerged, blinked his eyes in characteristic newborn languid regard, realized the world outside the womb is chilly, and protested this discovery with a decibel rating directly analogous to his remarkable lung capacity. Whew. That was a long sentence. Like I told you, it was a very long day. But worth every minute of effort. You have challenged and delighted me, my beamish boy. And I am the better for it. Happy birthday.
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