It was ten years ago that Mr. Max, our first grandchild, was born. It was Thanksgiving Day and we had all gathered at our daughter's house, knowing that she was in labor and that there was a baby on the way, in spite of the holiday meal.
Midway through the day the mom and dad to-be left for the hospital and the rest of us attempted a meal, full well knowing that we weren't really concentrating on food. We just wanted that baby to be born!
So, ten years later, it is a joy to wish Max a happy, happy birthday. It's his Big Ten birthday. Double digits for a wonderful kid. Happy birthday, Max.