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.