Fourteen years ago today, Jason and I brought forth our firstborn son.
There was a time that I thought I would never be able to breathe again without pain.
Now we are fine, but I wonder, usually on his birthday, what would he be doing now? What would he look like? Sunday he would have been ordained to be a teacher. What would it feel like to have him standing up there on the podium next to the Bishop, while the Bishop said, "This is a good young man." (He says that about all our youth.)
Can you imagine us the parents of a 14 year old boy? I imagine he would look a lot like his father. Happy Birthday Ben.