Happy Birthday, Calvin

Three days of labour, forceps, vacuum, cesarean... totally worth it. (OK I swore I'd never do it again, but time fades everything.) It's a miracle dude has survived to his 7th birthday with me as a mom- dropped on his head when he was 6 months, left to wheeze like Darth Vader when he had croup, smacked on the head by the sidewalk numerous time... good preparation for having a brother, if nothing else.

Happy birthday, sweetie. I love you more than I ever could have imagined.