Dr. Phillip Jorgensen slowly removed the baby as its head began to gently crown. There was no crying and yet it was obvious that the little boy was clearly okay. In fact, he was better than okay. He was amazing. The physician could do nothing but marvel in wonderment at how handsome God's latest creation was. He was speechless. The rest of the staff joined him with their mouths agape. They could have all ended their careers that day as there would never be able to delivery another baby boy as outstanding as this one.
The doctor turned to the mother and smiled. It was all he could do. There were no words that could truly express how in awe he was. There it was Mother's Day and this beautiful woman just had the most incredible gift bestowed upon here that anyone could possibly receive. He handed the baby to her and bowed his head to express his gratitude for allowing him to be present when this breath-taking event took place.
The date was May 10, 1970. 9:10am at Bethany Hospital in Kansas City, Kansas.
Naturally, I didn't know the name of the doctor who delivered me; however, I'm pretty sure that's exactly how the events transpired on that magical day. You will have to forgive the liberty I have taken with my little prose. It's my special day so I am somewhat entitled. My own little special gift to myself.
Some people would be bothered by the fact that there birthday would fall on another day of celebration. Of course I'm referring to how mine is once again on Mother's Day. It happens occasionally and I have no problem with it at all. A guy couldn't ask for more than to share his birthday with the best mother in the world. That's getting two gifts for the price of one!
No big plans again for my birthday. There never is. It's really just another day for me. I normally don't celebrate in any type of elaborate way unless it's a landmark age. For my 30th, I had a get-together with family and friends to commemorate the end of the 20s. Perhaps I will do the same thing when I turn 40.
In five years.