Thirty Years

Thirty years is a long time.

Thirty years ago I was sixteen. Thirty years ago TODAY I was in the midst of a looooong hard labor bringing a baby into the world.

I was in the worst physical pain of my life and had no idea that the emotional pain ahead would be even worse, and last far longer.

But amidst the heartache there’s been incredible joy. 

I have gotten to see David (and his amazing family) from the time he was a newborn... birthdays, holidays, weddings, road trips and spur of the moment get togethers have allowed me to have a front row seat to his going from baby to toddler to teenager to grown man.

It’s been one of the greatest privileges of my life and I’m so grateful to his parents for giving me this gift. The gift of knowing him.

David is smart, sensitive, funny, kind, generous, passionate, hard working, creative and enormously talented. 

Here’s what he wrote recently about being an artist:

“At this point I've been playing drums for nearly half my life. It's been a foundation practice that has always pushed me physically, mentally and often emotionally. Although I've wanted to be a musician since my childhood, I've never really found a deep love for it until I bought my first kit. This last year I've been attempting to fully embracing what it means to be an artist, musician and producer and I feel at peace knowing it's a risk worth taking. Even when the world tells you to "get back to work" I have to remind myself, this is work and it is my work. Much solidarity to all my artist, activist, performer & musician friends who are constantly told to fall in line. Your worth is abundant”

I love him so much.

Happy birthday, my sweet David!