Today, my son Thomas turned 10 years old. He’s a fourth grader at Mosby Woods Elementary and loves to play football, basketball, soccer and pretty much every video game known to man.
Ten years ago, I was speaking to the Hanover County Democratic Committee at a coffee house in Ashland. It was three months before the Democratic primary for Lt. Governor, and I was scrambling for every voter.
I gave my five minute schtick in Hanover that morning and started answering questions. My cell phone started to buzz. “It’s probably my wife,” I joked. “She’s going into labor.” Sharon was nearly due with our third child, but she had assured me that the baby was still a few days away
A moment later, I checked the voice mail (it was the days before text). It was my wife and she was in labor.
I begged off from the event and hopped in the car with a campaign assistant. There was no time for me to go home. My Dad gave Sharon a ride straight to the maternity ward at INOVA Fair Oaks. We came flying back I-95 to meet her there.
A few hours later, the baby boy emerged, entering the world at an epic 10 pounds, 10 oz. We named him “Thomas Henry,” after a 19th century family patriarch and a beloved next-door neighbor.
He was a jolly little guy — and still is today. He loves his mother, he loves his three sisters, and he loves Minecraft. He never backs down from a challenge and tries to beat his father at everything, from driveway basketball to basement boxing matches. Every Dad should have a son like Thomas.
Happy birthday, buddy!