It was a Monday in August, 1989. Someone at work told me if Erica walks, it would bring on labor quicker. So, when I got home, your Mom and I went up to the local college track and started to walk. While walking, an older gentleman standing in the bleachers says to us with pride, "Strong, young black family"...you were born the next morning. At that moment, I suddenly felt deeply the words that older gentleman spoke.
I'm not sure where all the years have gone...it just doesn't seem like 29 years...but I feel so lucky and proud to be your Dad. Happy Birthday!!! I love you to death. ❤ BTW...if you friend your parents on social media, YOU KNOW what's gonna happen on your birthday...old pics! Don't trip, cus I got more! 😂
