June 28, 2012

Birth is Mirth

Dear Johnny,

I always used to think people exaggerate when they say that the day their child was born was the happiest in their lives.  I believed that there must be something else that makes us most contented -  like winning the Pulitzer Prize or flying in space*, and I hate to admit it, but people are right and I was wrong.  On  your birthday, baby, I experienced the greatest joy imaginable.  It was big, and good, and right, and I don't even remember how hard and scary it was anymore. 

* I don't mind experiencing those delightful things too, though. 

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