June 6 defines me

A few years ago I read a book called “Not Quite What I Was Planning.”
It was based on asking people, both famous and not, to write their autobiographies, their life stories, in just six words. The title was one of the responses.
I’ve often wondered what six words I would pick to define my life. I keep coming up with these: My kids made all the difference.
It’s true. Having children has influenced every decision I have made for the past 34 years.
It began on June 6, 1983. That’s when my daughter Greta came into my world.
Of that date, June 6, I’ve taken to saying it may be D-day to the rest of the world, but it’s G-day to me.
When my daughter was born, one of my first thoughts was: now I have some idea of how my parents must love me.
I told that to her yesterday, her 34th birthday, because now that she is a parent herself she knows what I mean.
My son, who came into the world Sept. 27, 1986, is not yet a father. Hope he too gets to experience that kind of love.

Ed Ackerman