Happy birthday Son

It only seems 5 minutes since we were at the hospital at this time (6.30am) on Friday 5th October 1995.

Simply Red were number 1 with Fairground. The weather was a lovely dry sunny autumnal day.

We had the radio on in the delivery suite and when Bette Middler sang Wind beneath my Wings the midwife and I cried.

Mrs. P told me to kiss the doctor who finally managed to get the epidural in to relieve her pain, but we settled for a handshake on the basis we both understood her gratitude.

At 2.15pm Adam arrived, all 6 pounds ten ounces of him. If he had been 8 pounds he would have been Gareth! Yes I know it's a strange way to choose your Son's name but there you go!

17 years ago he was the length of my forearm. As I watch him open his presents I marvel at the fine young man he has become.

Happy Birthday Adam.