A year ago this August 8, I was in a hospital room almost all night long awaiting the arrival of my first nephew. Even though I'm too squeamish to even sit through an episode of ER, I helped coach my sister through the biggest night of her life.
Watching her bravery in the face of labor pains and delivery strains, I gained a whole new level of respect for her. She was a trooper that night and so was the little dude who squeezed himself out into the world and instantly made it a cuter and more loveable place to be.
As your dad would say, "Happy 1st Birthday, Squirt."