October 28, 2010

Happy 18th Birthday, Lincoln!

I don't know what to say about Lincoln turning 18. It's true what everyone told me when he was a baby -- "Enjoy him. They grow up so fast."

I remember so clearly the day he was born, and now he's 18. I remember bringing him home hours after he was born, planting his little tree, gazing at his "perfectness." I remember long lazy walks on the gravel roads at the ranch and cuddling and rocking him at night. I remember him toddling around in his blue thermal jammies, his diapers crinkling as he walked. There are 18 years of memories -- sitting on the couch teaching him to read, days at the park and the zoo, birthdays and Christmases, spending time with grandparents and cousins, baseball games, and vacations. Memories that I sometimes take for granted and then I sit here in the quiet, remembering, and I am so, so grateful. Grateful for my 18-year-old son.

Happy Birthday, Lincoln. Your dad and I are proud of the man God has made you to be, and so thankful.









2 comments:

  1. That's Lincoln!? The last time we saw him was when he was just a little kid. How time flies.

    Happy birthday Lincoln!

    The Townsends

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  2. Carol Williams3:27 PM

    How handsome he is...and how appropriate that he has a ball in his hand as your last picture.

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