Today is our youngest son’s birthday.  Thirty-four years ago Wayne drove me to the hospital after my water broke and labor began.  Although it was late afternoon, Wayne was hoping we could wait until after midnight so we wouldn’t be charged for a full day’s hospital stay.  Because money was tight in those days, I tried my best to wait.  Needless to say, Dale foiled our cost-cutting plans.  Truth be known, we were fortunate to make it to the hospital in time.  With Dale we completed our family—two girls and two boys.  Happy Birthday, Dale!