
The day David was born was definitely one of the happiest days of my childhood. There was so much anticipation surrounding the arrival of our baby brother. Ruby and I would talk to David so much while he was in our mom’s belly that it felt like we knew him and he was a part of our family before he was even born. We were so involved in the entire process of becoming older siblings it felt like the biggest responsibility of my life at the time (it probably was). We got to pick out his name. I choose the name David because I had a crush on a curly haired blond named David who was an actor on a Mexican soap opera. Ruby got to pick his middle name, Humberto after his favorite horse jockey. We were 5, and 6! What parents let their 5 and 6 year olds name their kid? Mine do. If you know my parents this totally makes sense. David was going to be a Daniel so my mom had picked out the name but she went for my suggestion so of course Ruby had to have a turn at it. I’ve written on here that I was 7 when he was born but I was actually 6 and 11 months. David was of course a “surprise” a very cute surprise. He is still super cute. I'm amazed at how vividly I remember David’s "birth day". Ruby and I had brand new outfits to wear to the hospital. I wore a pink sweatshirt with a fuzzy velvet cow in the middle, light blue jeans, and matching pink socks. I picked out the outfit myself. I remember thinking my grandpa would like it (he was a dairy farmer). The minute I got to hold David for the first time I felt like he was mine, he was perfect. I was immediately obsessed with his tiny feet. Ruby was just as happy.
I can’t believe my little David is now 20! No longer a teenager. He was a puny 6 grader when I left for college. This must be similar to what parents feel like when their children grow up. I’m so thankful for David. My life would have been so weird and incomplete without him. My mom has always said David was not an accident, he was a surprise, he was meant to be because God doesn’t make mistakes.
Ruby and I weren’t stupid we soooo knew David was an accident.
Happy Birthday David! I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect baby brother.
PS
In case you are not familiar with my family Ruby is actually a boy, we are 14 months apart and his real name is Ruben after my dad.
I don't have many pictures of us as kids on my computer but I found this one. I remember we were not planning on getting our pictures taken that day, but the photo place was having a sale that my dad couldn't pass.