This was Christian one year ago, the day he turned 10. I love this picture.
And here he is a year later, on his eleventh birthday. To me, he barely looks like the same person. I think he experienced an Extreme Life Makeover this year.
On his birthday--just as I have every other June 24th since 1998--I wondered how in the world I got so lucky to have him. He is inherently good, fantastically funny, insatiably curious, unexpectedly kind, carefully cautious, unnervingly bright, admirably brave, and terrifically nice to be around.
A few months ago, Christian went with Ryan to watch a Giants game on TV at the home of one of Ryan's older, distinguished colleagues. At one point during the game the colleague wondered aloud where a particular player, Ahmad Bradshaw, had gone to college.
"He went to Marshall." Christian said, without missing a beat.
The older, distinguished colleague--a dedicated Giants fan and student of the game--thought that Christian was cute, but wrong.
After Ryan and Christian left that night, he looked it up and promptly sent the following email:
That's kind of how it goes with this kid. At 10 years-old, he has university professors emailing him to give him props.
Happy Birthday to my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.