Dear Bobby,

20,513,905 minutes ago, the winds came from near and far to greet you as you entered this world. There was an expected chill in the Chicago air, but this time it was infused with anticipation and excitement. Your mother held you in her womb for the last time, and you came into the world possessing the most beautiful brown eyes anyone has ever seen. My spirit watched your entrance and anxiously awaited the moment our souls could meet. 39 years have passed since your arrival to this planet, and it has been a much more amazing place with you in it.

Happy Birthday, Baby.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love both of you.

There are moments when I find myself longing to have known you when you were younger. If only I were older back then, I think to myself, perhaps we would run into each other--at school, through mutual friends. But my daydreams never leave the front step, because of course as everyone knows, time cannot be turned backwards, and I cannot change the time I was born.

So I suppose it's true that everything happens when it's supposed to. You've shared with me the best times of my life, and I don't take that lightly. Those memories are safely tucked inside my heart under lock & key where I can relive them as often as I'd like. And I do. Often.

So here's to you on your special day. I hope you have a wonderful time doing what you love best. I will be at home with your three beautiful children awaiting your arrival yet again, with a big 'ol pie and a big 'ol wet kiss.

I love you.

*Muah*

-K

P.S. Birthday agenda? Of course. Here it is in a peanutshell:

We will all sit down and have your favorite dinner of Chicken Piccata with angel hair, roasted veggies, a glass of red, and a big tall glass of water. Following this scrumptious meal, we will sing you a birthday song and slice your pie (your request this year). We will eat your birthday pie, and read your cards. We will all play a game of Pirates-version LIFE, or maybe go for a long walk. You and I will tuck the boys into bed after they complete their nighttime rituals, I will put Miss C down in bed, and you will then be in the living room awaiting the arrival of ME! We will then talk about the day, who remembered your birthday, who did not. (BASTARDS!) I will kiss you, you will be shocked at the intensity of that kiss, and maybe, just maybe, you'll want to kiss me back...