He was born on this day 28 years ago.
He decided he was sick of crawling when he was 9 months old. So he got up and started running. He hasn't stopped since.
His first word was "no."
His first sentence was "No, don't want to!"
When he was a toddler, he loved to gesture grandly and announce, "I'll have my men take care of it."
When he was six years old, his Christmas request was," a big book full of facts." He got a huge, detailed, encyclopedic book entitled "The Fishes of New York State." Then he memorized it.
He raised pigeons as a boy.
He graduated from high school and left home for college when he was 17 years old.
He worked on a hot air balloon crew in college, getting up at 3:30 a.m. to chase the balloons through the desert.
He worked as a ditch digger in Phoenix, Arizona, in 120 degree heat.
Then he decided law school didn't sound so bad.
He got married when he was 22 years old. To me.
Happy birthday to you, A. And many more.