Oh, to be twenty-five!

Twenty-five years ago today around 8:15 in the morning (contrary to popular opinion not all kids are born in the middle of the night) I had my last child. He was my smallest kid weighing in at 5 lbs. Today he is a wonderful young man with a healthy work ethic (he works two jobs) and a fairly good outlook on life. I'm blessed to call him my son. Even though he has lived away from home for +4 years he always loves to stop by and shoot the breeze with his mom, help his dad with car repairs, and play with the dog. I find comfort in knowing he makes God a part of his life and has many friends with which he can lean on as well.
Happy birthday, Daniel and many blessing today and always!

Mom