The Most Blessed of Birthday Presents
Well, 16 years ago this past week [June 5th] the phone rang in my office and my office mate called me over to inform me that my wife was on the line.
"I think my water broke," she said. Calmly. Matter-of-factly.
My super-husband response: "Are you sure? How do you know?"
Followed immediately by: "Do you want me to come home or wait a bit and see what happens?"
(I was in shock folks, really).
Now, given the circumstances she could really have laid into me here, but if you know Piper, even in the throws of early labor, she let it go and suggested that I come home.
Which for the record, I did.
Fifteen minutes and no speeding tickets later I raced to collect up her suitcase and bundle her off into the car. "You better open you birthday present now," she said, "We don't know when we will be back." To be honest, when I try to remember, I have no idea what was beneath the wrapping paper that day, but the true gift would come a few hours later. Christian didn't waste any time being born - and we have celebrated our joint birthdays ever since. This year it is 43 for me and 16 for him and now we see eye to eye. Literally.
Where do the years go?