I Love You. July.

For you Jon. It's your Month.

The month when god gifted us the first of many precious gifts.

And to think I wasn't going to be present for your birthing. How Preposterous!

I remember when Mum was close to labour and I was, as usual impatient, wanting to know when? Exactly! Because I had a very important meeting to attend. The Agency's most important Client.

Yes. I was that committed to work. Or totally unconscious to life! 

Thank heavens I didn't go for any meeting.

I was there at your emergence into this world. Scared shitless!

Cos I did not dare to stand at your emerging end. I merely stood by mum and held her hands. 

My hands were twisted and pulverised as she held onto me for dear life and pushed and pushed. 

She refused any form of assisted birth. 

She wanted a purely natural birth for her first child, she later tells me. 

After a long while, you emerged. It's a boy! Exclaimed Dr. McCoy very relieved I might add.

I managed to take a glance at you before the nurse took you away to be cleaned and weighed. 

You were a mess!

I stayed by mum's side while she released the afterbirth with a lot of fart noises. After that, the good Doctor proceeded to stitch her up. I remember asking him to stitch back a virgin. He said no problem.

Later in the recovery suite, I got to hold you with mum resting in her bed and then I carried you, lost in ecstasy admiring every part of you. What a miracle I felt. What a beautiful baby. My baby. My son.

You were and still are all that god intended.

Happy 30th Jon. I love you.