Today is my son’s birthday.  He’s now 49, which is impossible to believe, since I’m 49.  How did that happen?  In this picture, you can see that I have raised a comedian.  He is definitely a part of our family – always the one to make us laugh.  There has to be one in every family, right.

Bob was supposed to be born on April Fool’s Day, but he fooled us and waited for a couple more.  He was named for both of his grandfathers – Robert and Edward.  From little on, he has been an adventure a minute and has grown into a responsible, compassionate, dedicated, loving and kind man.  I thank God every day for him and my two girls.

Bob was the kid who brought things home – like frogs, baby ducks and birds, bugs and snakes.  One day he rang the doorbell.  When I opened the door he was standing with what appeared to be a forty foot snake with a huge bulge in its middle.  I immediately went into panic mode.  He said, “Don’t worry, Mom, it’s dead.”  The snake was digesting whatever was in its middle and was very much alive.  He had to peel me off the ceiling that day.

He was devastated when his younger sister sat on his pet, baby duck and squashed it.  He placed the corpse into a plastic box, sealed it up and proceeded to bury it.  It was a lovely funeral.  There was the time he wacked a mouse with a tennis racket in the lower level of our house.  The girls were screaming during the incident. I was upstairs and calmly said, “Be sure to clean it up when you’re done,” with no intent of checking it out.  Once a bat ventured into our house and Bob went at it with the same tennis racket.  I can’t remember for sure, but I think he actually used that racket for playing tennis as well as a weapon of mass destruction.

Through all of his years, Bob has maintained a sense of funny, which is so important.  You can get through almost anything if you can smile.  He ventured into the woods with his dad at age three and has become an avid sportsman because of it.   He has held tightly to his God during times of trouble and has pulled himself up by the bootstraps many times.

This is my son – an amazing, God fearing, fun loving, friend, brother, helper in all situations.  I have always been proud of my boy, but I am even prouder of the man he’s become.  Happy birthday, Bob.  Love you with all my heart!




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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11 Responses to MY SON

  1. Happy birthday to the kid! He sounds delightful!

    Don’t you hate it when your kids are suddenly the same age you are? Wut’s with that? 🙂


  2. Wally Fry says:

    How nice.

    I thought for women birthdays did end at 39. My mother in law swears she is 39. Of course, when her daughter actually turned 39 it suddenly became a problem!

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  3. Happy birthday to maybe both of you since you both seem to be 49 today—don’t know how that works, nor do I want to know…. 🙂

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  4. He sounds wonderful – so happy for you to be so blessed.

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