Today our baby boy is 27! When he was growing up I would always tell him the story of the day he was born on the evening of the 17th before he went to bed. I remember it like it was yesterday...he was born in a snowstorm. One BIG 3-foot-deep, below-zero snow storm. Today for the first time I thought about how nervous Alan must have been on that day in 1981 when we were driving the tractor, in labor, through the blinding snow across the field as we made the first leg of our trip to the hospital. After several hours, our little boy was born at 9:41 a.m. and weighed in at 7 lbs. 8 oz. He was absolutely perfect! He has delighted us beyond our wildest dreams for 27 years. Parenthood has been by far, the greatest of our achievements! We are always proud to say, "We're Dale's parents." HAPPY BIRTHDAY Sweetheart!