I was doing something very important.

I was making my contribution to the world's population and giving birth to a whopping boy-child without the aid of narcotics or epidurals (I know I go on about that, but YOU try doing it and then you'll have some kind of idea of what a feat it is).

David Alexander made his debut at 18000 (British time) on Sunday, September 11th 1994.  I had been sorta kinda in labor for a couple of days, but when I went into labor proper I went fast - 5 cms to delivered in less than 90 mins.

Davey weighed over 9lbs, a big baby by normal standards but for my frame - huge.  He had silky light brown had light brown hair and blue eyes, and his dad was in tears as he cut the cord.  I was too, partly out of pain, but mainly because we had a little boy.

Anyway, Davey's 10 today.  He's an amazing child - he just got moved into the Talented and Gifted class at school - and when I look at him I see so much of his dad and even his grandfather it just amazes me.

Happy Birthday, son-of-mine.  I'm sorry that today isn't as happy as it once was.  I think that some day you'll make good on your promise of kicking Osama's butt for ruining your birthday.  Occasionally I can see the man you'll become in you, Davey, and I honestly think that you can (and will) be able to do almost anything you set your mind to.  I love you....

Love, mom.