Anyway...my Bubs is 28 today. TWENTY-EIGHT! Where have the years gone? I swear it was just yesterday we drove to the hospital in the first blizzard of the season to deliver our little bundle of joy. I love telling the story but included it here last year so I won't repeat myself. Suffice it to say, the big moments in your life are marked indelibly on your mind and in your heart and I'll never forgot the experience.
Unless (or until?) I go senile.
Although our son is the spitting image of his father -- the face recognition program for archiving photos gets them mixed up -- he's probably more like me in temperament. We also enjoy the same kind of books, t.v. shows and movies but he's definitely got his dad's bent toward engineering and fixing things. A nice jumble of the two of us.
However, he is most certainly his own person! And it has been a joy to see him become the man he is today... the husband, brother, son, friend, co-worker...and child of God.
Twenty-eight years have gone by in a flash. I pray the next 28 will be filled with as much fun, joy and passion for life that have marked the first 28.
There's a boatload of love coming your way, Bubs, on this 17th of December.
Thanks for everyone who prayed as my daughter traveled! She arrived safe and sound and the plane was even on schedule :-)