Trish & her mother, Betty, took Sara out shopping today, and left the guys on their own today, so we took advantage of the situation to go have a guys afternoon. I took John out for an afternoon hiking around Turtle Island here at Smith Mountain Lake State Park. We splashed in the surf, found an old rocking chair in the middle of the woods, looked for buried treasure, and fought off pirates! We had a great time together. I really am blessed. This little guy calls me his best friend.
John will be 6 years old on the 14th. It seems like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital. I can't tell you how much small moments like these mean to me. We were in the deliveryroom on September 14th, 2001. It seemed like the whole world was falling apart and we had serious concerns about the safety of our nation. Yet God saw fit to bless us with this new life, we knew everything would be O.K. but I remember it being such a surreal time in our lives, like we were literally in the eye of a hurricane. Well, the hurricane went home with us, his name is John. He just finished up his first week of first grade. He's my good buddy, like most almost 6 year old kids, he hears what he wants and some things you thought he didn't, he is quick to share what he has with anyone, and amazes me with his kindness. I could go on, but I will save that for next year.




