18 years ago, after 24 hours of labor you came, 3 weeks early and yet weighing in at 8.5 pounds. By your first birthday you weighed over 32 pounds. You were so fat, you did not walk, crawl or roll over until you were almost 18 months old.
You made the decision not to wear diapers anymore and that was that. No accidents either.
I watched you run down the beach when you were 4 and you just kept running and running and very fast. Now you are an ALL-State runner.
I remember you mightily struggling in school, and yet with determination and grit you pulled through and now you take IB and AP classes.
You have always been a charmer.
You drive your mother and your sister crazy.
However, you get grace. It takes a big sinner to need a big Gospel.
I am so proud of you. It thrills me to see the man you are growing into.
Happy Birthday! Guy-Baby!
