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!
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And my oldest grandchild turned 30 last December. Johnny isn't far behind.
You can imagine my surprise when I saw this picture with what I could have sworn were my sister's thumbs holding that cake. Life indeed goes on, I wonder who had them first.
I don't know how that came out as anonymous, I am proud to be your aunt.
Well, I know there have been times when you might have preferred being anonymous! LOL
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