It would have been a workday, that Monday morning. I sat up and swung my legs off the side of the bed. Liquid gushed onto the floor.
“Jim!” I shouted. “My water broke!”
I guess we’re doing this, I thought. It was about 7 a.m., a civilized time to wash up, head to Saratoga Hospital and give birth.
Twenty-one (alternately boring and unbelievably painful) hours later, around a most uncivilized 4 a.m. on Tuesday, June 9, 1987,
Jim and I experienced the most joyful, amazing moment of our lives: David Michael Lombardo was born.
Holy smokes, we created a life. We made a baby. We’re parents. We have a son!
As David was growing up, he was often the focus (along with younger brother Joe) of a lighthearted family-oriented column I wrote every week for years while managing editor of The Saratogian. I stopped writing personal stuff as the boys matured into young men.
But today I want to publicly wish him a Happy 30th Birthday.
After all, David was the one who named and created my DoneWithDeadlines.com website and Facebook page to encourage me to keep writing after I left the newspaper almost two years ago. David is the one who tells me, over and over again, how to copy the column from one medium to another, and reminds me to tweet a link. Perhaps this column will compensate for belatedly beseeching Tony Kornheiser to give Dave a birthday shoutout; I discovered to my dismay that he won’t have a podcast on June 9. 🙁
David knows what he likes, but he doesn’t ask for much. Anything Tony Kornheiser. A sub from Aunt Cookies when we’re near his alma mater, Geneseo. A printout of an American Test Kitchen recipe every now and again, and one of their recommended cooling racks or baking pans. Cookies and ice cream. Fine dining. Family get-togethers.
David inherited his father’s (and grandfathers’) interest in government, political news and sports, and his mother’s (and maternal grandfather’s) low-brow humor. He is smart, quick-witted, and innovative (check out his poozer politics podcast). He goes all in when he sets his mind on something at work, home or on the field. His smile is contagious.
Most important, though, are his character and spirit. He was a good kid who grew into a good, kind, loving man. My husband and I couldn’t be prouder.
Happy Birthday, Dave!