Lots of writing - Little posting!

 Monday was my eldest son's 40th birthday. In the time of Covid and with him far away, I wanted to do something special to celebrate. 

One day I thought about the way we took photos every year and have him hold up his fingers with how old he was that year. I gave myself a mission to find those pictures. If only we were more organized!!!! I was able to find MOST of his first 17 years of photos. Dave scanned them, got them printed and we put them in a photo album with some other photos we thought he'd like.

We mailed them on his birthday! The best I could do.

I included this poem.

We were there the day you were born

On a Sunday afternoon

We didn’t know if you were girl or boy

But we knew we would find out soon.

 

It took all day for you to come.

We played games and waited some more.

It wasn’t much fun to tell the truth

But we promise it wasn’t a bore.

 

When you came, they said “it’s a boy!”

You cried and we did the same.

Then it was time for the serious task

of coming up with your name.

 

We needed to hold you and look in your eyes

To discover who you might be.

Dad called out the names we had on our list

And listened to hear “that’s me!”

 

So “Jeremiah David Jones”

Became our first born Son.

Family names from both Mom and Dad

Living on in your life just begun.

 

It’s hard to believe it’s been 40 years

You’ve followed the beat of your drum

Know that we’ve loved you through thick and thin

And will be there for dreams still to come