Twenty-eight years ago, yesterday now, I was counting fingers and toes. On a little boy who was born as blue as the shirt he's wearing in the picture below. (I will spare the reader the details.) He was a 2 on his first Apgar reading, but back up to 10 on the second.
He never slept for long as a baby because he was afraid he would miss something. Even as a newborn, the slightest sound would make that little head crane upward, wanting to know what was going on. He hasn't changed in that. :-)
He is helping out our school play director this weekend, playing a small part that really requires someone who looks and acts older than a high school student. I appreciate his willingness to do something like that when it would be easy to decline. He has a great spirit and desire to do what he can to help. He loves God.
I don't have any of his wedding pics on this computer. But that changed his life dramatically as well, of course.
So happy 28th birthday, Andrew - even if it's a day late.
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