“How well God must like you.” Psalm 1:1
I awoke early on February 13, 1970, to a gentle surprise: my baby did not intend to wait to be born on the due date, February 18. I called my girlfriend, Johnnie, who worked for my doctor, and said, “My water broke—what do I do?” Her first remark was, “You can’t have this baby today, it’s Friday the 13th!”
A few hours later, Dr. Gustafson examined me and ordered me to the hospital, “This baby will be born today,” he said, “Friday the 13th or not”! The day had been lucky for me–I had a healthy baby boy. A few weeks later when I took Michael for his first well-baby visit, Dr. Gustafson said, “Do you know what you did when you named your son Michael? All the Michaels I know, including my own son, are a handful.”
King David wrote the first sentence of scripture in the Book of Psalms not only for the reader of the day, but for every baby born into this world—Friday the 13th or any other day of the year.
Thank you, Lord, for liking Michael and all your children. Amen.