My husband had a birthday this week. He's one year away from a "big one."
Birthdays mean a lot to me. [I mean, the alternative isn't great.]
When I think about the fact that there was a day in August that was random for most people but not for one mom, I just smile.
She had a little boy that day and he grew up to be an amazing man. And he found me. I found him.
Now I have a husband who is crazy perfect for me. He wakes up every day with two goals - 1] how can I live
more like Christ today? 2] how can I make the lives of those I love easier today? And he succeeds at both.
I'm so lucky to have him. I'll never stop celebrating the day he was born.
My cousin and his wife had twins on Scott's birthday 10 years ago. They are living in OKC right now so we celebrated together.