I got up this morning, put a couple eye drops in each eye, dressed for a Saturday, sat down with the iPhone and texted the FD. Within 1 minute of the event, her actual birthday anniversary, best wishes from a proud ‘pops” was sent.

It was a morning routine not much different than in 1980 except I had a much smaller girth then and I have a much better job now.

The FD was born on a Wednesday, 30 years ago today…at 6:57 a.m.. She has been Sunshine in my life ever since.

Now it is a time in our lives where birthdays are usually spent apart. But I still exercise a finger-wrapped Papa prerogative to post baby pictures…of all ages.

It’s now 12:01 a.m. the day after your birth anniversary. I hope you had a Happy Birthday Sweets. Enjoy New Orleans.