Hard to believe that this boy was only three years old when we came to Columbus. I still remember the first time we stepped foot in our new church. One of the facilities crew asked him to stop running in the halls, to which he responded: "You're not the boss of me!"
Hard to believe we're still here after such an auspicious start.
I can't forgot the Sundays he would plop himself down on the floor beside our chairs. Ever so slowly, maybe an inch at a time, he'd maneuver himself toward the platform where his daddy was preaching. (This was before I learned to sit in the second row rather than the first - that way you have a natural barrier in front of you). He'd get a good foot from me before I'd notice anything was amiss. He knew he had me beat. If I reached out to grab him, he'd surely scream. If I let him go, he'd end up in the pulpit. The agony! This kid has tested me many times since then.
He's also blessed me beyond belief and made me a better parent. He's a great leader of our "boys club" and he's protective of his parents to a fault. His smile melts me everyday.
Happy birthday to my oldest boy. I love you so much!