Good morning, my friends! Look who turned twenty over the weekend? Let me repeat that...twenty. Ok. I am still working on allowing that to sink in! Twenty years have passed since this gentle soul brought blue into a house filled with pink and Tonka trucks into a playroom filled with Barbies. Back in the "Olden Days," when important family events could not be instantly available on social media, I shared our blessed news with family and friends this way.
And we brought our son home to join his two excited big sisters. A year flew by, and suddenly our Rhett was one!
I remember how fun it was to buy those little ball caps from Old Navy! And that little, happy, oh so funny soul grew into a precious, kind, hilarious little boy who loved his Grandpa so.
Rhett is a joy. He is empathetic, kind, hard-working, fun, respectful, and caring. He is indeed an old soul, as my mother always says. He is a fantastic son, great little brother, and awesome big brother too. He is what my father used to call me, The Peacemaker. Rhett got the very best parts of Steve and me. And would you believe he never once had to go to Time Out???
We got dressed up and went out to dinner here at the beach to celebrate this young man of mine. We were all here, except Chris and Peyton, who reminded him this was the first birthday they hadn't been together in all their lives. But she called. And messaged. And all was well.
Dinner was at a fantastic place overlooking the bay,
Followed by cake and presents back at the condo with his beautiful, kind, fantastic girlfriend by his side. Kyrstin is a joy. She is everything a mom would want for her son. And together, they are everything.
Twenty years. Sounds like a long time, doesn't it? And I suppose it is. Unless you count it by the years a mother gets to spend with her baby boy. Yet, as my mother says, "Growing up is their job. We are here to help them along the way."
Have a wonderful Monday, my friends!
Prayers for our country and our world.