Happy Birthday, Brent

We almost gave up on having a second boy, but God had other plans. What a blessed plan and what a blessed boy.

Every one of you is a blessing, of course. But you are the one who puts that twinkle in our eyes.

It was hard to imagine, at this age, that you would one day grow up to be a man. 

But you have.  "My good boy," from Dad, has now become, "My good man."

Your homecomings are anticipated with more joy than you can ever know.  

Having you and Cy, our boys, living far from us, makes having you home one of the highlights of our year

You survived all your "mothers" just as Cy survived all his sisters; not easy for a young boy who craved his alone time.   You fought for this time with great determination and eventually, those around you understood.

      And how often, at gatherings and celebrations, would you tell us, "Don't worry about me. I'm having fun. I like to observe."   I think very little was ever lost on you. You observed well, took things to heart, and as you matured, responded gracefully.  This wise, noble and kind trait has come to define you for us and for so many.  Is it any wonder how much we love you? 

         

                                      HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GENTLE GIANT