I wasn’t there. I’ve heard bits and pieces of the story, but I’ll never know what it was really like.

What I do know is this:

I’m so thankful your parents fell in love.

I’m thankful they were open to life and to you.

I’m thankful for the nurses that aided your mom and the doctor who caught you and encouraged your first breaths.

I’m thankful your brother’s attempts to sell you were never successful.

I’m thankful for the 18 birthdays you celebrated before I met you.  They mark safe and healthy years and God’s watchcare over your life.

I’m thankful you’ve made one more trip around the sun with me. With us.

We love you more than you’ll ever know.  Happy birthday, Jac.