Twenty-seven years ago I spent the morning of March 11 in the hospital. But it was a great day. I was there to witness the birth of my son Kevin.

It has been an amazing journey for us over all these years. But when I think of my successes in life, it is my children who bring me the most pride. Kevin is an outstanding young man who has accomplished much more than he gives himself credit for. Where you are in life, and what matters most, is measured by the kind of person you are inside. And Kevin is the kind of person that you can only dream your child will grow up to be. No credit is due me in that regard, Kevin has had to find his own path and I am honored as a parent that he has chosen so well.

Lots of good things are happening for Kevin these days. He just moved into his first house as a homeowner. He will be an uncle in May, and a husband in July. And he will always be my son.

Happy birthday, Kevin! I love you.