Yesterday, my nephew Brady turned 13. I still remember very well my sister telling us she was pregnant with him in the Oak Park Mall. I remember the night he was born seeing him about 2 a.m., and how Mom and Dad and I drove all over Kansas City looking for a motel room and finally wound up sleeping on the floor of Kim and Dan's apartment. I thought he was the most wonderful baby I'd ever seen, and I think it's probably the first time I really knew (had some physical proof) that God existed. He's always up for playing ghost or monster with the girls he's surrounded by (two sister and two girl cousins), and Uncle John loves playing XBox with him. Happy Birthday, Tater Man.
No comments:
Post a Comment