you might never read this. or you might. i will not be sentimental. i won’t pretend to make profound realizations in life. all i know is that this same day a year ago, at exactly, EXACTLY 9:00 AM, you came into the world.
does that mean something? was there some rare planetary alignment happening while you were born? would that make you something more than you are?
maybe not. but know this: from the time we knew we had conceived you until this very moment as i write this entry thinking about you, we were changed, your mother and i. you may not understand yet when i say, “i love you.” you may not understand how deep and true those words are, but i pray you will when you have your own.
happy birthday, son. i love you.