Every single time we pull into the driveway up at our mountain cabin, this is what we see….three little grandchildren squealing in delight and running lickety-split down the walkway so they can leap into our arms.
And we know that we must have arrived in heaven!
Today we celebrated Owen’s birthday. It was a good day, filled with love and joy.
Me with Owen….43 years ago this miracle was born.
He has been a light in my life ever since that day. And now he brings joy to both my Danny and me. He is a loving, thoughtful son, and we are very proud of him—the life he has lived, his darling wife, and their delightful children.
Dancing….none of the children can hold still when music starts. Vernon has made up his own dance….and Hannah is a ballerina.
Out on our back forty, Robert is riding his stick horse while carrying a “sword,” and Vernon is armed with his “sword” and “gun.”
Owen was right. It was the best cake ever….as you can tell by the following photos:
It was especially special to be with Owen and his family for his birthday. It has been many years since we were together for this special day when God gave us this kind, gentle man….who I held in my arms for the first time 43 years ago. Thank you, God, and we pray that you bless him and all those he cares for and loves.
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