
He came into the world in a most memorable way by being born with 100% bilateral paralyzed vocal chords. God healed him when he was 7 weeks old.
Now he's turning 18 in a most memorable way as well. He is in Hawaii with his high school's band. Everything inbetween is just as memorable.
He has been there since last Tuesday, and will will come home tomorrow evening. I've missed him this past week, but especially today.
So this morning my two toddlers wanted to call their oldest sibling and wish him a happy birthday. It was a little after 11am our time, so it would've been a little after 7am his time - and I knew they'd be up. We rang his room, and woke him up! The kids shouted "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I asked him why he was still sleeping. (They usually met as a group by 7:30am for breakfast.) He said, "Mom.....it's only 5am here."
OOPS!!!!
(guess I didn't realize Hawaii was 6hrs behind us. I thought it was 4hrs.)
You were #1 trumpet in band this year, and you are #1 in my book too.


Happy Birthday my son!!

