PB was born on a Saturday in March, exactly 59 years ago today.

When news of his arrival reached the extended family, congratulations started pouring in. Among the cards and letters was a note from Auntie Eileen and Uncle Jack.

“Congratulations! Sure glad to hear that it’s over. Must admit we were a little disappointed he wasn’t a girl…”

I suppose that’s what happens when you’re the fourth boy.

But, let me tell you, I sure am thankful he was a boy. What would have become of me if he had been a girl? I shudder to think about it.

So, today I celebrate the birth of my best friend, my partner in life and ministry, and the guy who still makes my heart go pitter-pat.