Today is the 30th birthday of my firstborn. How on earth did that happen? Why, I'm only 35 myself! Aren't I?
It certainly doesn't seem that it could be 30 years ago that our 8 lb. 6 oz. baby boy arrived early one spring morning. But, alas, it's so, and God-willing - the other children will be celebrating theirs soon in orderly fashion. It's a funny thing how the seemingly eternal time of child-rearing is suddenly gone in a flash. Whoosh! No do-overs. But, in the place of that little child you so carefully tended to, is an adult that you are pleased to call your friend. What a blessing God has given us in the gift of children. Even when they get to be as old as you are!
Happy Birthday, Son!