On this morning 9 years ago I woke up early and got dressed in a brown shirt and maternity jeans. My house was organized and cleaned like a champion. Baby Anna was at my folks’ house. I posed for a picture and we headed to Northwest Community Hospital. I looked down at my belly and thought, “I’m looking forward to meeting you today.”
The birth went really quickly and relatively without hitch. I did have one complaint about about the jackhammers outside of my hospital room—that kind of stunk. But at around lunch time I met my baby boy son, David. Named after my dad—he was beautiful and precious.
David is 9 years old today. I am so proud of him. He is diligent and tenderhearted. I love that he accepts challenges and handles them in stride. He loves football and had his first fantasy team with Adam this past year. Two years ago I watched him as a 7 year old jump into a 50 fly swim race against kids who were in their early teens. He just rocks. I look forward to seeing how the Lord uses his life. It’s going to be great!
We LOVE you David! Happy 9th Birthday.
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