28 years ago today after 25 hours of labor I became a mom for the first time. No other pregnancy was as long or as hard but the benefit was the miracle of David. All our children are special in their own way. David was no exception. Being my first born child was his gift to me. He came with more colic, ear infections and busy-ness than any other child that came after him. He also brought out of me songs like "All Night, All Day, Angels Watching Over Me, My Lord" which I also sang to his subsequent brother and sister. I learned all the names of the dinosaurs, trucks and trains in the world. I read "The Little Engine that Could" about 1,000 times. As he grew I then learned where every baseball field and basketball court was located in the entire Twin City area. I experienced being a Cub Scout den leader and overdrew the bank account, finally replenishing it again with the Christmas wreath sales (what a year THAT was). One day he put the sports aside and picked up a guitar and the rest is "Between Two Skies". After baseball and basketball, homework and tons of his buddies "crashing" overnight on my living room floor he decided to grow up, marry a lovely girl named Venessa and continue to warm my heart with just being himself. Happy birthday, my dear David.
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Awwww... what a sweet post. :)
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