
Today is Matt’s 16th birthday. Last night at dinner we did our traditional recounting of how he came into the world. Part of the story involves Sheryl and me eating our “Last Supper” at Hamburger Hamlet in Vernon Hills, Illinois.
Matt was a scheduled C-section because he was inside-out and upside-down. So, on the night before he was born, Sheryl and I ate burgers and wrote possible names on the paper tablecloths. Last night, Matt said, “You mean to tell me that you ate your last dinner at a *hamburger joint*?” I said, “I guess we did, Espen.” One of the names we considered for a fleeting second was the name of a Norwegian friend of ours. It went by the wayside. And we didn’t really come to a name resolution that night, so he was “Baby Boy Roche” when he was born. (Sheryl, do I have that right?)
Anyways, fast forward 16 years to a strong, accomplished and confident young man. He’s going to be driving soon. Maybe we’ll get him to drive us to Hamburger Hamlet. Happy birthday, Matt.



