Yesterday our boy, Seth Gregory, turned one. Today his grandfather, Gregory Paul, turns 61. I have no idea what mum is doing with that glue.
Seth came within 30 mins of being born on the same day as his grandfather, but Sie pushed hard. Grandad still claims it’s the same birthday if you go by Jewish reckoning of days (“And there was evening, and there was morning…”).
Nobody told me just how much I would love my little boy, and I now understand a little more of the why behind all that love and devotion my dad showed to me and my brothers. Thank you dad. And happy birthday to you both.