Only maybe he didn't have glasses then. But that scarf is from his heritage and so it seems likely they swaddled him in that in the hospital.
Well, today we celebrate that day, long, long and almost six feet tall ago. Several rotations of the hands of this clock have passed, anyway.
And, now Kevin is my professional colleague in addition to being my morale booster, musical entertainment, life advice coacher, and truly wonderful friend. He is also a snappy dresser--this jacket is also heritage, so maybe this was what he wore to his Christening?
Kevin is the kind of loyal, heartful friend that you need for your first chakra. If someone is going to pack up the contents of your life and present them to you in a U-Haul truck, you want it to be Kevin.
Kevin will present you with the truth (maybe that you are a hoarder) with humor and caring. Kevin understands that you're just a regular person and he respects you for it.
Thanks, Kevin, for being born, and for being one of the smartest, generous, funniest, most celebratory, best-haired, book-lovingest, tallest, most dedicated, strongest, and kitty-lovingest people I know. Had we not met sometime in between your birth and now, I would be much, much less and not at all who I am today.
So, Happy Birthday, Baby Kevin. And Big Kevin, too.