Twenty six years ago today my son was born. He was my gentle giant coming to me weighing 10 pounds 9 1/2 ounces and 23 1/2 inches long.
When God decided to give me a child, He knew that I was not capable of dealing with a difficult one. He gave me the easiest baby ever to be born to a mortal mother.
He is my special boy. He slept through the night in 2 weeks. He was potty trained by 2 1/2 years old...even through the night (and they say boys are the hardest).
He has grown into a fine young man. He cares deeply and gives freely of himself. He is sarcastic and funny. He tries to be cynical but can't pull it off quite right.
He made my life complete. Before he was born I had been searching for something. He is my something.
Happy Birthday my sweet boy (he doesn't like the sweet boy).I hope it is as sweet as you are.
I think he was 2 in this picture with his favorite bunny. I still have the bunny. Isn't he sweet?
I can't get to the most recent picture of him. It was taken at Christmas and I know it is on my computer somewhere, I just can't find it.