It's Easter Monday. It's Tax Day.

But most important, it's my son's birthday.

Weirdly enough, it was Easter Monday and tax day the day he was born.

Eleven years ago today, just before noon, my doctor removed what sounded like an angry tomcat from my lower abdomen.

Now, this was after 56 hours of labor, and I was kind of messed up on Demoral. But I remember thinking he was pretty special.

I was right. Happy birthday, boy!