Twenty years ago, I gave birth to a 9 pound 4 ounce miracle.
He was born after two miscarriages and one ectopic pregnancy.
He was so big that in my six month of pregnancy, I looked like I was full term with twins, which prompted many strangers to come up to me and make comments such as: "Ready to pop?" and "Any day now!".
After his birth, he was so hungry that my meager milk supply couldn't keep up, and we had to start him on rice cereal at four months instead of six.
He grew and grew, walked at eight months, talked at twelve months, and became more curious and inquisitive. His favorite phrase as a child was, "I have a question."
He wasn't an early reader, but he became a voracious one. His teachers in elementary school and high school were amazed at his vocabulary, his intelligence and his curiosity. We were amazed at his capacity for love and compassion.
He always has been a determined individual. When he decides to do something, he goes ahead and does it, from potty training, to moving across country, to coming back home, to learning to play the guitar (his most recent skill).
He is kind, devout, funny, talented, handsome and loving. We are so proud of him!
Happy Birthday Miguel! You are all that we ever hoped for, and much, much more!