Happy Birthday, Brent!

                                          How can you possibly be 25 today?  

You and your first best friend.
 Granny loved having this picture because of the way Drew introduced himself to her. "D-R-E-W, Drew."




And who knew that young Uncle Brent would be so loved by baby Andrew...all these years later. 

  You have grown into such a fine young man and I love you dearly.  

You're 25 today and although I'm at a loss for words to describe what that means to me,

 I'm still your Momma and I still have advice for you: 

                                                            Beware of ladders!

                             Happy Birthday, my Brent.