Summer of 1993.
I am heading to a blind date.
I am in college.
I am feeling a little bit lost in this world.
And someone says, “I know this guy…”
This guy was different.
He came with two kids.
He had lost his wife in childbirth.
We got along well.
I think we were 2 broken souls.
And then I met the baby boy who would give me purpose.
I don’t know why terrible things happen.
I don’t know why you lost your mother immediately.
She was a beautiful girl.
And then 18 months later you got me.
A broken-hearted kid.
An absolute calamity.
But I do know I needed you back then.
And as far as that goes, I need you now.
Today is your birthday.
And I know you don’t like to celebrate it.
If you don’t mind, think about me.
I am so very thankful for you.
And this year is even more special, because I think you are about to get your own purpose.
I love you Jessi.
Always have. Always will.
Great days are ahead.
And that baby girl is about to rule your world.
Just like you ruled mine.
Happy birthday to my first baby boy.
I love you,