The Best Christmas Present I Ever Got

This is my son Jamison. This is one of my favorite pictures of him. It was taken three years ago, and yes, those are his sister's glasses. He was born to entertain. Today is his 7th birthday. From the moment he was born, he was a happy kid. He was born with natural comedic timing, as before he could even talk, he was doing things to make us laugh.

I remember sitting by the fireplace on Christmas eve in 2002, holding this 9-day old baby and feeling complete happiness.

Now, seven years later, if you could be a fly on the wall in our house during dinner, you'd hear things like: "There's this Spanish kid in my class named Francisco and he always asks me what my name is and I say Jamison and then he asks me what my other name is and I say Ted and then he asks me what my other name is and I say Stagg and then he asks me what my other name is and I have to yell at him because I don't have any other names, but he doesn't get it and he just keeps bugging me and now I never want to go to San Francisco."

Yesterday when I asked him how his day was, he said, "Mikey hit Jack on the forehead and now I think Jack has de-ja vu because he doesn't remember me at all."

Happy Birthday Jamison!