May 24, 2009

Happy birthday, David

Jack Kerouac

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...

Fourteen years ago today our son David was born. He spent the night in the hospital, but 24 hours later we drove him home from the hospital through an incredible storm to the warmth and safety of our house. We didn’t fully see the storm’s parallel to what life was going to be like for David.

Kim and David on a porch swing

David lives in a perpetual storm state. He bristles with energy. He changes moods with seemingly no more reason than the winds change their direction. Others find him as uncomfortable as a serious storm would be and, in fact, will establish all sorts of boundaries to keep him (and us along with him) at bay. But he is our son, and we love him dearly. The quote from Jack Kerouac describes our David to a “T.”

David is creative, loving, smart, and funny. He loves to help others. And he longs to impact the world for good. It has been an exciting and eventful 14 years. And we don't know what we would have ever done without him.

Happy birthday, David!


  1. Happy Birthday, David, I'm still working on getting my ecard through!!

  2. I didn't know it was his birthday or else I'd have wished him a happy day! I hope it was a great day for him (and you and Kim).

  3. Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I have passed all of them along to David. He appreciates them. He didn't sleep before his birthday so he was making up for it last night and didn't get out of bed until 10:30.


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