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'.
This is a milestone year for Jeff, for Sandra and for me. Go figure! Good lookin' dude!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe little you had a 9lb 3 oz baby!!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday Jeff!
So you had him when you were 12?
ReplyDeleteIt won't be long until he will be older than you!
So you're secretly wife shopping for him at church on sundays huh?? Scoping out the visitors! ;)
ReplyDelete-Kristen