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This is an e-mail I received from my parents today – I just had to share it. They are pretty amazing people, I can only hope that I mean as much to my children as my parents mean to me.
It doesn’t seem possible that it’s been 45 years. When you’re young you can’t wait to get older, now you don’t know where all that time has gone. You think of the good things, like seeing your face when we went into Disney world the first time, and wish there had been more, you think of the bad things and wish had been fewer, I guess it all evens out in the long run, just know we love you very much and wish you all the happiness possible, I love you very much, Dad
I’ve been thinking of you more than usual this week – counting the days down to the 25th. I am so happy that you will have a nice birthday this year. I tried to say that in the card that we sent but I’m sure I didn’t say it very well. We were so sad to learn that there were many years when your birthday went unnoticed. That happened to me once and I was devastated so I can’t imagine how awful it must have been to have it happen to you year after year. It was wonderful to celebrate your birthday with you last year – wish we could do it more often. I’m sure you know it but I will tell you anyway – we never ever forget you on your birthday. I always think of the first time I saw you in that little hospital crib. The nurses tried to wheel you out to the nursery but I grabbed on to the crib and would not let them take it until I had time to check you out – I counted all of your fingers and all of your toes. Dad remembers that when the doctor came out to tell him that you were a boy, the first thing the doctor did was to reach into his shirt pocket and take out a cigarette! Boy, how times have changed. Grammie and Grampa Bragdon were there with Dad waiting for you to make your appearance. By the time that Grampa and Grammie Leblond got there, you had started to look a little bit Chinese due to the jaundice but even so, everyone agreed that you were the most beautiful baby. So many memories.
We are very proud of you and are so very happy that you are happy now and also, hope you understand this comment, we are grateful that you are appreciated.
We’ll call you Thursday. I love you very much, Mom
Thanks for everything Mom and Dad – I love you guys.
I realize this is a bit odd given the state of our economy, but I want to say thank you.
When others are living with the threat of layoffs and shutdowns, my employer is not only strong, but growing. Effective January 1st, my new title and pay scale took effect (I’ve had the title unofficially for the last few months). I am now officially the Director of Internet Strategy and Operations for what will soon be the 2nd largest student loan guarantor in the United States. When other companies are canceling bonuses, we received ours. When other companies are freezing, or worse, reducing salaries, we received increases. more…
During a family vacation to Maine my oldest daughter, who is a bit of a dare-devil, somehow convinced me to get on this ride with her. Needless to say, I regretted that decision almost as soon as I was strapped in. As the ride comes to a stop, a mere 47 hours after it began, you can see me wipe what can only be tears of joy from my face. Suffice to say, this may have been the LONGEST two minutes of my life.
The shrieks of joy and laughter are from my parents and other daughter enjoying my obvious discomfort. Isn’t family wonderful?
I was born Roland James Leblond, jr. at 10:48 AM, on March 25, 1965 in Lewiston, Maine. Dad got a parking ticket while I was being born, this was just the first of many things he would have to pay for because of me, hopefully there were more good than bad. As I understand it, I was called “little Jack” after my grandfather from the beginning. My Grandfather was called Jack, although his name was Roland Donat Leblond. What can I say – we’re French. My name officially became Jack James Leblond on October 20, 1970. I’m sure it’s not at all related, but it was around that time that I had my tonsils removed. I remember my School bus driver saying he was looking forward to my having to be quiet for a few days afterwards. more…