For the entire week leading up to my birthday, all I could think of was going to my favorite hole-in-the-wall bistro. I envisioned mouth-watering ginger losbster, beef stew w/ turnips, fried squid w/ spicy salt, pot stickers in supreme soup, etc, etc, etc. So, at 6am on my birthday, the phone rang. It was my son calling to tell me it was time to go. Right away, my wife and I jumped out of bed, got ready to leave, and prepared a huge picnic lunch. We rushed over to the hospital and sat around for seven hours. Finally, my son came out and told us . . "It's a Girl ! ! ! "
This was the first indication when I got this on father's day. The baby was due January 25th.

And here's my birthday present - a week and half late (or should I say "right on time" ?)

The best birthday present ever. Granddaughter Olivia and I will celebrate our birthdays together.
Cheers, Frederick