My second born son, Bill Joe, turns 28 today. Here is a link to his birth story.
Bill at 8 months, with his brother Christopher. Bill was slow to decided to talk. He used a few words to get by: Mama, Daddy, Cookie, ba-go (bottle). He really didn't talk much until he was well over 2 years old. Then, his very first sentence took me by surprise: "Mother, May I have a drink of agua, please?"
Bill at age 3, with one of his favorite toys at the time. Early on, Bill let us know he did not want to be called by "Billy Joe", the name his dad had given him. (I was the one who insisted on "William Joseph" on the birth certificate, in case he should decided to be a doctor or lawyer some day!) He would stomp his foot down and say "NOT BILLY. I ('m) BILL." Pretty much the only person who has ever called him Billy is his Grandpa Bill.
Bill, holding baby Tommy, with Christopher.
Bill holding his daughter Nickole, April 2009.
Bill never did become a doctor, or a lawyer. He has followed his own star. When he was born, we never imagined the technical world he has found his niche in.
Happy birthday, Bill!