Thirty-nine years ago today - at exactly the time I've set this to post - I was in one of the delivery rooms of the local hospital and Son came on the scene. He weighed in at just a few ounces over 5 pounds and was 18 1/2 inches long. I didn't even notice what a scrawny little guy he was at the time. I just thought he was the most beautiful baby in the whole world!
After a couple of months or so he started to fill out.
This is a picture of Son with his Great Grandmother.
Here he is at 2 and just as adorable as can be. This is one of my most favorite pictures of Son.
And here is a picture of Son a few months before he turned 8.
This is a picture I took this past summer of Son and G3 at age 8.
It seems like only yesterday that Son was born - or was 2 - or was 8. My how time flies!
Happy Birthday, Son! We love you and are proud of the man and father you've become.