December 11

Eleven years ago, I was standing in a Christmas tree lot, mulling over the finer points of several different evergreens as I tried to decide which would grace our front room for the season. Then the first real labor pain hit me and the mulling was over. "I'll take that one!" I hollered, pointing wildly at the nearest green blur.

I'm grateful Luke arrived as an early Christmas present that year. You are so special to me, son, and I love you very much. Happy Birthday!