Happy Birthday to my precious son. When he was small I had a dream that we had won the lottery. I woke up, shook D and said "I had a dream that we won the lottery, it was so real". He said: "We did win the lottery, we have Matt". How true that is. He is the reason I desperately want the world to be a better place, that people respect each others' religious beliefs and culture, that the ozone is fixed, that no child goes hungry at night, that no child has to live without the loving touch from a parent. The reason I give to St. Jude's Children's Hospital, because I felt so blessed to have a healthy child, the reason I cry when I see special reports on kids in Africa living in hell. The reason I donate to environmental groups, to save this incredible world for generations to follow. He is my touchstone, my reason for living, that I did not know I needed when I was 36. When I thought my life was full and exciting, but I did not have a clue how meaningless my life was until he was in it. I cried for 9 months of pregnancy thinking I would be the worst mom. I had never thought of being a mother, never given it any thought. Then I was. We named him 'Matthew' - 'gift from God'. An unexpected gift to two individuals who thought parenthood has passed them by. And speaking of 'Parenthood', the movie should be mandatory for all expectant parents. D and I watched it several times during preganancy. So now, when all three phones are in Matt's room, his bedroom floor is cluttered door to wall of clothes, stuff, candy wrappers. When we have a house full of stomping, laughing, snorting, farting teenage boys, I do remember how lucky we are.