July 18, 2010
Happy Birthday, Mike!
Mike and Karen
Today is Mike’s birthday. My oldest child is turning twenty five.
The year Mike was born, I was twenty five years old.
Jeff was a graduate student at Columbia at the time. I was teaching English at a public high school in Manhattan. We lived in a tiny studio apartment on the Upper West Side.
I can never forget the delight I felt when I found out that we were going to have our first baby. I knew he would be a boy, I never had any doubts. We decided on the names early – Michael Steven – after his two grandfathers.
The love I felt for him, even before he was born, was pure joy and it had no beginning and no end. And even before I held him in my arms, we understood each other so deeply, we rarely needed words to communicate.
Mike is moving to Boston in a few weeks, about to start law school. He has a girlfriend he loves and we all love, a Texas girl named Karen who is joining him there.
Jeff and I will be helping the kids move. Is there some kind of poetic justice in the fact that we are moving them into a tiny studio apartment in the middle of a big city?
Happy Birthday, Mike!
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