On my Son's Birthday

Sunday, March 15, 2015
Today is your birthday, my son. You're 24 years old - an adult, living your own life, finding your own way, growing into the man you want to be.

And it's also your sister's birthday today. Because of that fact, I have a tendency to grieve around this time of year, as I reflect on a child I love and lost, in a way that I'll never understand.

But you know what? It's your birthday. It's a day to celebrate your presence on this earth, to acknowledge that the world is a better place with you in it, a time to express my love and pride in your accomplishments.

You're a good egg. A fine son. A decent man. And your own person. All of which gives me a sense of pride for having played some small part in getting you to those points.

So while I'll always be sad for the loss of your sister, I'll always be happy to have you for my son. Happy birthday, John-John, my Smart Sailor, my comrade-in-arms, my son.

 And remember, it's the spirit of the thing that counts.


2 comments:

Anne C. said...

Happy birthday, John! You are a credit to your mom, and that's saying something.
I hope everything is going well for you!

Carol Elaine said...

A very happy birthday to you, John! Hope you can take the spirit of the day and run with it.

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