Darling Pickle,

On this moment (just a minute after midnight), 9 years ago, you came into this world.

I was 350 miles away, in my dorm room, just 2 months into my freshman year. But I knew you were coming and I couldn’t sleep. My (new) friends gathered in the floor of my (tiny) room.

The phone range – you arrived! I hung up the phone, trembling, tears streaming down my face. The room erupted in squeals, hugs, laughing, crying! We were celebrating you, my Dyl, your birth into my life and into our family.

I’m still friends with those girls and we all recall that night with fondness. They can’t believe you’re as big as you are.

But I can. I’m so proud of what you’ve grown into. Hardworking. Silly. Smart.  A great snuggler. Awesomesauce.

(and lest you think I’m just here to embarrass you – I’m sitting . . . → Read More: Happy Birthday, Dyl!