It's official. I'm the mother of a teenager. My firstborn, Jacob turns 13 today (Sunday). It's amazing when I think back to how the Lord has blessed us in 13 years. It started in the hospital with an emergency c-section. The cord was wrapped around his neck. At the time, I did not realize how serious that was. From the time Jacob took his first steps he never actually walked. He ran. All day, every day. David and I have fond memories of Jacob bolting around the backyard in his Spiderman costume, or Batman, or Bibleman, whatever he wanted to wear at the time. Today, he is still my active one. But instead of superhero costumes it's American Eagle and Aeropostale, cell phone, girls, Georgia Bulldogs, playstation, and top 40 music. He's growing up to be such a fine young man. A few weeks ago we were all in church together and the offering plate was passed. Jacob quietly slipped his money in and when the sermon started he opened his bible and followed along. When we did his room downstairs, I saw his bible opened on his nightstand. I thought David did it but he said it was Jacob. I am entering the phase where every year I realize it's one less year that he will be at home. I can only pray we are preparing him to "launch".
Friday night we had a sleepover with 3 other boys and today we will just hang out with the family. Happy 13th birthday, Jacob! We love you so much.
P.S. No comments about my hair. That was 12 years ago.
2 comments:
I was thinking more along the lines of the denim shirt than the hair. Hee hee! :)
Sounds like a fine young man you've got there.
(Oh, and too late on the hair comment: I had already gone "Oh my gosh! That's Michelle!?! It can't be! Look at the hair!!) :) Not that it was that bad... just very different!
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