A little story about a man. . .

On this day, forty years ago, a little baby boy was born in the town of Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania.  The baby boy grew and grew.  And when he was big enough, the little boy loved to run, climb, sail and windsurf.  And he grew some more.  And when he was all grown up, he also loved books, French philosophers, foreign films with subtitles, and raw fish.  And he thought, I am very happy.  But not completely . . .

Then one day, the boy, who was now a man, met the most beautiful woman in the world.  So he married her and they had three beautiful children together.  And the man's life was full of love until he thought his heart might burst - and he is very happy. (Even though he has the sniffles.)

Now he is a daddy and his children squeal with delight whenever he comes home.  They clamor to play with him and to tell him about their day. And he is a husband of a wife who adores him.  She believes that he may be one of the smartest, most creative, sensitive and generous men around.   She wonders how she could be so lucky to have him.  The wife and children are very happy!

And this is the story of the baby who was born forty years ago today, and this is all - but not quite, because the story is still being written and will continue on for many more wonderful years.