On this day in history the Titanic sank, Abraham Lincoln was shot, and David
Whitcomb was born. Someone who shares David's birthday sent me a note with those facts tonight. I must say that the only one that I was aware of was the important one...David's birthday.
Tax day...isn't that a birthday to have! It happens that the year David was born, it happened to be Easter Sunday, so that took some of the edge off of tax day. My good friend, Sara, who worked in accounting was in her office that Sunday. I knew she would be. I called her after he was born, and she said to me, "He may be the Easter bunny this year, but from now on, he'll be Form 1040."
The years pass by so quickly, don't they. The little boy who hurried his appearance into the world has brought much joy to me and his father. His sister likes him just a little too. Now he's all grown up with a family of his own.
Happy birthday, David...the big 3-0. You are making your mother feel very old, but very proud. I loved the little boy that you were, and I love and respect the man that you have become.
