Birthday boy

Our Number One - and - only - Son is 44 today.  I am not sure how that is possible as it cannot be that I am old enough to have a child of that age. 
He was born during a snow storm on a Saturday night in Toronto, Canada. The obstetrician was watching a hockey match on TV and during the interval came to hurry matters along so that he could get back to the game.  I am glad he did as I was not enjoying the situation.
Son has brought us so much joy over the years and has been such a help and support since the major health traumas of 2013 and 2014.  It is a pity he lives on the other side of the country so that we do not see him as often as we would like, but we make the most of each visit.

(This photo makes it appear as if the eyes and hair were really dark - in reality the hair was slightly ginger (later turned almost white blond), and the eyes were a beautiful blue.)