What a day that was! My Dad was flying home from California, my Mom and Wes were at Detroit Metro waiting for him and I was at Brent General Hospital also waiting for him.  When he left for California to work there for a while he told me not to have the baby until he came home.  I said at the time that the baby was due the first week of August and Dad wouldn’t be home until the first week of September.  No way was I waiting for him.  But by golly I did.  Lesley was late and Dad flew in early.  Lesley was born about the time Dad’s plane hit the runway. I was 32 years old and still taking orders from my Dad.

Lesley was my second son and a welcome addition to our little family.  His brother was almost six years older and quite excited about having a baby brother.  There was no doubt that Wes was happy to have Les come along.  We made sure that Wes knew how important he was in Les’ life .

Now it is 37 years later and Les has turned into a computer whiz, a warm and caring (also very helpful) person, a very good husband, and a great and loving Dad himself.  I remember the kid at the Commodore 64 for hours and wondered if he were going to marry a girl or that computer.  I remember a little boy who was sometimes picked on by other kids but in the end turned out better natured than one would have the right to expect.  I look now and see this man where my little blond son used to be and I momentarily wish him back .

Happy Birthday Lesley may there be many more and may you prosper with wealth, health, and love as each one comes!!