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Yesterday was Jack's birthday. I remember a few things about the night he was born. First, it went fast. I mean really, scary fast. Second, it was really cold. Third, Bill drove too fast on the way to the hospital (which in the end, was a good thing). Fourth, my favorite shoes were ruined when my water broke while walking into the hospital. Fifth, my Dr. was not wearing a silk shirt when he arrived to deliver this baby AND his hair was most definitely uncombed. Sixth, I remember the sunrise, while laying in my bed. Seventh, how glad and relieved I was when this baby was finally allowed to leave the NICU place and join me in our room.

Jack is a tender-hearted boy, always considering the possibilities in life. He's a planner and likes to be sure those around him know this. He is aware of the underdog and is mindful of this. A superb builder and inventor, Jack always has a project going somewhere. Hard work makes him most happy--cutting wood, raking leaves, digging holes, or weed-whacking.

Happy Birthday, J.!

Blowing out the candles.

The cake.

Shooting the new gun. (As an un-gunned person, I find this frightening. There, I said it.)

The gun.

A mom-made quilt. I told him it would last forever. Love the morning hair.