On September 6, 1989 my eldest son Matthew James came screeching into this world weighing 10 lbs. and measuring 23 inches long.
He looked like he was three months old.
If I had had the strength, and if the epidural had not temporarily paralyzed one side of the lower half of my body, I probably would have kicked the doctor off his perch betwixt my legs right after he handed Matthew to me.
Twenty-seven years later - he is still one of the best things I have ever done in my life. Even when he drives me up a wall and insists on learning things the 'Matthew Way' I have never, not even for a moment, regretted my decision to bring him into this world.
Happy 27th Birthday, handsome son of mine. Cheers to many, many more trips around the sun.
I love you.
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