

A Day of Births...Since last night I have been humming the old song "On the day that you were born, the angels got together. And decided to create a dream come true..." Some of you know the song. But on this day 8 years ago, my son was born and I turned 30 years old. Every year he and I are blessed to celebrate our births together. And as he gets older and wants more independence, this is always something cool that we can share together. I picture his jet black hair and scrunched up face when he was born. He was screaming his bloody head off until John went over to him, put his hand on Jacob's chest and started talking to him. Right off the bat, Jacob knew his Daddy's voice from all the time John spent talking to my pregnant belly. Jacob looked just like Grandma Florine. Then a couple of months later, all that black hair fell out, he turned blond and got his beautiful blue eyes. He has the sweetest soul and is so compassionate and tender hearted about himself and other. I love him so much. Happy Birthday, Jacob!












