He's How Old?

This weekend was a busy one like most of our weekends. Soccer games with the grandsons and shopping with the granddaughters and celebrating a birthday. Our oldest son turned 35 years old Saturday. Sometimes it seems just like yesterday we were bringing him home as an infant and at other times it feels like it was a lifetime ago. 

Marc was a brown haired, brown eyed cutie. And he still is.

When he was a senior in high school he became an Eagle Scout, which took hard work and dedication. He graduated with a degree in Speech Therapy and is now working on his master's degree in Family Counseling. He works a 40 hour week, takes classes at night, plus an internship four hours a day at a Tulsa clinic that offers counseling for those with addictions. Somehow he works in time with his wife and two little girls. Have I ever mentioned that he's had Type One diabetes since he was 15?  He has never complained, "why me." He has taken it all in stride and has learned to live with it and manage it as best he can.

                       

Marc and his wife are dedicated christian workers in their church, which is a mission church that was planted in their community. She teaches a Sunday school class and he drives a bus.  Do I sound like a proud mom. You betcha.

I remember wondering what our boys would do when they reached adulthood. What kind of husbands would they be? What occupations would they choose? I use to worry some about their futures. God, who has such a sweet and compassonate soul, has taken care of all my concerns about my children. I am so thankful.

Happy Birthday son. We love you.

Christine

Postnote:  I promise not to bore you for another year about this son. You will however, have to read another proud mother's tribute to her other son in January. (smiles)