Forty-one years ago: I remember this day very well, forty-one years ago. It was the week-end that we change time, so the nurses at the hospital were grumbling about having to work an extra hour. California fires were raging and our cars were covered with ashes and soot, although the fires were not that close to populated areas. The Santa Ana conditions made the temperature hot and there was little to no humidity. But in all this negativity, we were just overjoyed that our son was born. He was a big baby (almost nine pounds), and it was not the easiest delivery, but the pain is soon forgotten when that newborn is placed in your arms. We welcomed our sweet bundle of joy on this day around one o'clock in the morning.
Today, my little baby boy may have grey hair and grown to be over six feet tall, but he is still a sweetheart. His dad baked this cake and I iced it. Chocolate cake is still his favorite. For a gift he received a CD of Enrique Iglesias hits. We already played it, and enjoyed it.
A happy, happy birthday fellah!
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