My brother, Jeff, started a tradition in our family a few years ago that I wish had been started much earlier. It’s a fine tradition that gives honor to whom honor is due. When any of us children have a birthday, we send Mom flowers. I’m thinking of this just now because I just ordered a dozen yellow roses for Mom for my birthday.
Of the worthy woman of Proverbs 31, it was said, “Her chilren rise up and call her ‘blessed.'” That’s my mother. She is one of the most spiritual, God-fearing women I know, and I owe much of what I am to her. Godly parents are a wonderful gift of God. Thanks, Mom, for being such a gift. I love you.
Happy Birthday Dad!!! I enjoyed reading your reflections from the wedding. We all over here already miss you.
Hey son! Thanks for the Happy Bday greetings and for the approving comments on the blog. I will expect some help from you; you are the blogmeister! We miss you all, too. When can we talk? We are eager to hear of your return and how you found everything. Love you all.