My little boy...

My little boy is 36 today. I remember people telling me at the delightful age of "3" "just wait til' he's older," "you think he's cute now," "it's cute now, but it won't be cute later." Lots and lots of naysayers in my life. The reason people did that to me was because this little boy was unique. He was special. He talked like a 3-year old at 1. He could read like a 6-year old at 3. He was full of personality and remembered every detail of the books he poured over from 1 year-old on. He knew every single church person's name who ever spoke to him, and he delighted every teacher he had (except the one that let him cut the end of his finger off. She didn't like him).

Today, he is a man seeking to make his faith relevant to every choice, every decision, every action he takes. He is a father to his children that in today's world could put him in a history book one day! He is a devoted husband to one wife, he is an example of a believer. He is a brother who cares, and an uncle, cousin, friend, and grandson who loves.
He is a son who has made his mother proud and full of humility and thankfulness to the Lord for what HE has done.

"How can I say thanks, for the things He has done for me...things so undeserved, yet he gave to prove his love for me. The voices of a million angels can not express my gratitude.... To God be the glory."

Happy birthday, Son.