Happy Birthday Jacob,

I miss you. Pretty soon it will be Sara's birthday too. I think I wrote somewhere that today was hers. Oh well I mixed up the days. Not the people.

I remember the day you were born. It was the first time I ever saw a person be born. I tried to see Melissa, and they wouldn't let me. I wanted a girl first, and I got Melissa. Then I wanted a boy, and I got you.

I have been thinking about how you used to follow me around and ask me a million questions, and I always answered every one even if you asked it before.

You thought I was God himself, and then you got older, and I turned into Satan instead. Well I guess that is normal.

So happy birthday, Jake. And I hope we see each other again some day.

-dad