They Say It’s Your Birthday! It’s My Birthday Too, Yeah!
I’ll never get a better gift than what I received on my 31st birthday.
I’ve never been big on my birthday. When I was little, sure, I loved the attention, the cake, the presents. But when I was around ten I stopped asking for specific gifts. Of course, there would always be something, and Mom was very good at finding stuff I liked.
But no gift could ever top the one I received on my 31st birthday. I got my son.
The day prior was my in-laws’ anniversary and they were at our house to celebrate.
My wife was several days overdue and had been saying she felt funny all day. I encouraged her to call the doctor, but she didn’t think it was anything.
Finally, we called him around 8:00. He thought it was probably nothing, but told us to go to the hospital anyway.
It wasn’t nothing. She was in labor.
My in-laws were hoping for their grandchild to be born on their anniversary, but midnight passed without a result. So they went home.
It didn’t occur to me until sometime in the middle of the night. My baby was going to be born on my birthday!
