Fourty years ago today, February 8, 1969, at 10 am, I was sitting in the rocking chair in the little apartment I shared with your father, in labor. In those days we didn't know if we were going to have a boy or a girl - not like today where you can find out the sex of your baby before it was born. When a baby was born back in those days, it was a surprise.
At 1pm, we left to drive to the doctor's office. The doctor examined me and told me to get to the hospital. A snowstorm had hit the area the day before and he was afraid you would be born in a snowbank. Ha! I knew better and had no plans to lie around a hospital for hours waiting for your arrival, so your Dad and I went back to the apartment to get my suitcase that was packed and sitting in the front closet.
We arrived at the hospital around 3:30 pm. They prepared me for delivery and the wait began. You were born at 7:36 pm and was a sound and healthy baby. Your Dad and I were very proud of you. You had beautiful brown eyes, which haven't changed much over the year, a cute little nose and a beautiful rosebud mouth.
It seems like yesterday that you were born and today you are turning 40 and have two boys of your own; one a teenager and the other almost. I really don't know where the years have gone, so cherish your boys while you have them.
Happy 40th Birthday! May you be abundantly blessed with many more birthdays over the years. ~Love, Mom~