October 14, 1982, Glendale, California. It was a rough trip coming out into the light, you were angry, you cried and cried. And then you slept and slept for hours upon hours. You still like to sleep.
You bonded with your daddy immediately.
Yes, that's your pipe there in the grass. Taking a break from a smoke.
We trusted your sister, just 17 1/2 months older than you, to carry you up the mountains and hold on tight, not let you fall.
She loved you so much. Still does.
And you loved her so much that when she started school in Istanbul, you just waited for her to come home.
But when you began school in the US, we thought it was important for you to feel that you fit in. So we dressed you appropriately.
More bonding with Big Bo.
Oh yeah, this was the best birthday party ever. McDonald's. Stack the Big Mac boxes. 
Were you thinking parasailing in this one?
Well, you landed hard.
But it didn't hurt your ability to run fast.
And make us all sing and dance.
I love you so much, my boy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
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