Monday, February 22, 2010

My youngest son is 30 years old today. (Gulp.)

He came into this world at a whopping 9 lbs. 3 oz., with a head full of hair that looked like cornsilk. Unlike his big brother, he needed lots of sleep--and still does. I cried when he went to kindergarten...and Jr. High...and High School...and college.

This birthday may be harder on me than it is on him.

By the way--he's still an eligible bachelor...and increasingly open to arranged marriage. Just sayin'.


artsmith said...

This is a milestone year for Jeff, for Sandra and for me. Go figure! Good lookin' dude!

jessica said...

I can't believe little you had a 9lb 3 oz baby!!

Happy birthday Jeff!

Terry Rush said...

So you had him when you were 12?

It won't be long until he will be older than you!

Anonymous said...

So you're secretly wife shopping for him at church on sundays huh?? Scoping out the visitors! ;)