Today is the 21st birthday of my youngest son, Maxwell King.
One of our family traditions was to tell each boy their "being born" story on his birthday. I imagine once you are 21, it is probably time to stop telling the story. The short version is that we got to the hospital about 11 PM and he was born about an hour later. We had the nurses and doctors moving fast. They didn't believe I was so close and made me walk a long way to the labor and delivery department.
Max weighed 10 pounds, 7 ounces and was about 24 inches long. A big baby, but not the biggest of the Riley Grandchildren. Judy had one over 11 pounds. Part of Max's story is that he peed all over the floor on the way to the scale and he was always sure he would have weighed more if that didn't happen.
Happy Birthday Dear Max. We are certainly proud of the man you are becoming.