Ten years ago it was Memorial Day. I had gone to bed the night before, praying for a May baby. “Please, Mary?” I implored her. “I know you’ve got some clout up there…and he would be born on your special feast day.”
[Ordinarily May 31st is the feast of the Visitation.]
[As you know.]
Well, I woke up at 4:00 to an unmistakable labor…
[He looks just a bit like his new baby brother, don’t you think?]
Happy 1oth birthday to my big boy Jem!
You are my serious boy and my sweetheart. You have both a heart of gold and a mind for argument; you are, after all, your father’s son!
We wish you the world as you embark on this new decade, Jem. Even more than that, we wish you heaven.
With much love and countless blessings,