My son Jansen.
It's his 19th birthday.
He's the middle child, like me.
He was born in the show me state.
I don't know where another year will take him. He talks of leaving for the military
or taking a job up north. Part of me says he's not ready; part of me doesn't want to deny him
the expreience of growing up with adventure.
I knew when I found out I was expecting him that he would be a boy.
I knew God was going to carry the family name.
It felt like a promise. I didn't hear it....I just knew deep down.
R. and I had lunch with him today and we walked briefly down memory lane.
Happy Birthday, my son, may the good Lord, bless you.
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