Twenty-seven years ago today, in a little mission hospital a long long way away from California, in the middle of a jungle swamp, a little boy was born. Too early, too little, but oh-so-alive.
Happy Birthday, Michael! For twenty seven years you've been a source of great joy, laughter, wonder, and friendship to your brothers and sisters and your parents. Wishing you many more years of exploring and learning, of playing volleyball and going for night runs.