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.