We have a tradition of Patrick lighting the candles. I think we are trying to satisfy his “firebug” desire (which seems to be genetic).
This is most, but we’re missing a few. They’ll show up to help eat the cake!
Kelsey outlined the numbers of Gary’s age with the candles we had. She made a 4 and a 6, in that order. We did not want smoke alarms going off or fire trucks visiting the house.
A rare treat! He does smile. But hardly ever for pictures. And a cheesy smile at that!
Good looks run in the family, don’t ya think? But we all know what’s most important – owning a fancy car! Ha!
Somebody turned the light on when we finished singing and the light bulb blew! So we all sat in the dark for a couple of minutes until we found another light switch to turn on.
"Oh that God would give every mother a vision of the glory and splendor of the work that is given to her when a babe is placed in her bosom to be nursed and trained! Could she have but one glimpse in to the future of that life as it reaches on into eternity; could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and for its destiny,--she would see that in all God's world there is no other work so noble and so worthy of her best powers, and she would commit to no other's hands the sacred and holy trust given to her." -JR Miller
