My first born was Tanya Faith. She was born on the Ides of March 1967, while I was fighting in Vietnam. It would be 7 months before I first laid eyes on her at a truckstop in Brookfield Mo. It's a moment I will never forget. The truckstop is gone now with only a slab of concrete where the parking lot was. But I think about that first meeting every time I pass there.
Happy Birthday darlin. May you have many more. Dad