I guess to some today is as ordinary as any other day. The sun came up. People scurried to go to work or school. The daily mundane things are happening as usual. Somewhere there is a young man and woman in the hospital awaiting the birth of their first child. This is no different than what happened many years ago on this day only that young man and woman did not know the difference they were making in the world.
That little baby would forever change the lives of a family from the same hometown. That little baby would share his daddy's name. He would have his mom's brown eyes and be the oldest grandchild on both sides of his family. That little baby would be full of mischief and would have the most tender heart you could imagine. In a few years he would become a big brother to a little sister and then a little brother that he loves without end. That little baby would become a boy who idealized his daddy, but would always be his momma's boy. He would never be the best of students but did just enough to get by as long as he had a good time and made someone smile. That boy would work hard and someday he would find a girl. He would fall in love, get married, and then create his great works of art. He would find that his talents for building would lead him onto the stage but to always remain in the dark.
That little baby that was born on this day was to become my very best friend. He's the one that can make me the angriest, but he can then turn around and make me lose my breath from laughter. He is the shoulder on which I lay my head and the hand I reach for. That little baby is my 'Superman'. He has been the very best daddy a little girl could ask for and the best buddy to not just any little boy but The Boy. To some he is known as Daddy or JDub or The Favorite Son In Law or Dubby, but to me he is my hero.
Happy 49th birthday, J. I love you as I tell the kids and the pups...immensely and forever. I hope this is only the beginning.
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