Twenty years ago, I gave birth to my second child…a 7lb, 7oz little boy.
That boy is my Rooster.
He was an easy-going lad from the get-go, slept through the night the first evening home from the hospital, and hasn’t had problems snoozing since.
For the most part, this young man has been laid back.
We trained him early in the ways of life…he has bled Orange and Blue from the start…
He’s got a quirky sense of humor and is always ready to debate…he’s smart like that.
Rooster is quick to lend a helping hand and is eager to learn.
He is spending the summer away from home, interning at the same church in Tennessee that our former pastor now preaches at.
Fortunately, Rooster will be spending his birthday (and a few days afterward) at home thanks to timing that could only have been orchestrated by the Lord.
So it is with much love and gratefulness that I wish my sweet guy a Happy 20th Birthday!
I love you, Rooster. You are a blessing, and I consider it an honor to be your Mama.