I thought for sure you’d be early. Yet again, a lesson in patience. Then when you were two days late, I got used to the fact you’d be late and planned accordingly. So – of course – you decided to come that night. At 2AM on November 10th, we ended up at the hospital; you were in a hurry. You arrived loud and strong and gorgeous and haven’t stopped being any of those things – still. Now you are also charming and smart and kind too. You did what I had no idea could be done: you made my heart larger. You, seeing it full already with your Dad and your sister, added on a room. A room just for you. Happy birthday, sweet Finn.