Nine years ago I was hanging out at Hartford Hospital, having just given birth to our second son Jonathan. He was nearly two weeks late and nearly 9 lbs. Although he took his time deciding to be born, once he made up his mind, he made quick work of things to the point my epidural really didn’t get a chance to kick in.
Funny – it’s a trait he still carries with him. To this day, until he has worked out whatever it is that he works out in his head, he will literally not do things. Then, out of the blue, he’s on it, learning it, doing it, done.
Walking. Giving up his thumb. Riding a bike, just to give a few examples. He made up his mind to do or in the instance of his thumb give up, these things on a moment’s notice and that was that.
Today he is nine. I’m not sure how but as they say, it is what it is. He’s a magical kid who managed to corral the best of Steve & I’s DNA. He rocks this world everyday and all I can say is that we all better be on watch – he’s not going to take this life lying down for a second.
Happy Birthday Jonathan! We love you!