Today is my son-in-law Andrew’s birthday, and while he and Rachael may be quietly celebrating, I suspect they both think the best present ever would be the safe and easy birth of their little son Milo, who is due at any time.

I doubt Milo will share his daddy’s birthday, however. That would require a labor and delivery of under three hours—possible, but unlikely. Maybe tomorrow or the next day. If Milo hasn’t arrived sooner, Sunday evening is induction time. So, we will see.

As for Andrew, he is the quintessential good guy: smart, attentive, and loving, and I could not be more thrilled to have him in our family. He and Rachael make a wonderful team. They are proactive planners—focused and methodical without taking life too seriously. They are also very good friends, which, as someone counting down to my 46th wedding anniversary this June, I can attest is a key ingredient in a long and happy relationship.

Andrew also has a wicked sense of humor, which fits right into this family. And we all love his family as well, which goes a long way all on its own.

The best news is that my other daughters and their husbands (and kids) also love Andrew—along with my relatives in Utah and Tennessee—so he has a whole crowd of folks cheering him on from the Leatherwood-Beaty side of the family. What could be better than that?

So, Andrew, happy birthday. I look forward to watching you enjoy your new little son. I expect you and your brothers will have endless fun with this new boy in the family. And, of course, Milo’s Pacheco-Beaty and Betty-Beaty cousins will welcome this little fellow with open arms.

Not to mention your parents, along with Ray and me. Milo already has four excited grandparents waiting to hold him.

Much love to you, my dear. I am grateful you are among us.