Happy Birthday my sweet man.

This time last year I had just gotten an epidural, and you were making some of your last kicks in my belly.  Before we went to the hospital we already had your name picked out, "Rodney Oliver Macauley," and we had been calling you Oliver for months.  During my labor your daddy was so wonderful to me that I planned on changing your name to his.  I wanted to call you James.  I had it all set in my head, but then as soon as you came out I gasped, "Oliver!" and that was that.  You've always been an Oliver.  

When they handed you to me for the first time I said, "he looks just like me!"  It was the strangest feeling to see a baby that looked like me, but I was SO PROUD.  There was no denying I was your mommy.