The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. Psalm 16:6

Thursday, April 16, 2009

A Little Story

Once upon a time there was a boy.

A boy who liked donuts.

And, believe it or not, sisters.

He was a handsome boy, full of spunk and laughter.

And his parents marveled that the Lord would entrust him to them.

He was so special that his Grampa always rubbed his head for good luck.

His first dog taught him to love...

...and to grieve.

And that boy, he grew and he grew and he grew.

He still loved donuts. And all his siblings. But now he also loved dinosaurs, World War II, and making movies.
And the Lord. He especially loved the Lord.

And his parents were happy.

Well, that boy, he turned twelve. And his parents still marvel at what a blessing he is. And they love him more than ever.



Suzanne DeShong said...

Gosh, Nancy I wanted to cry after reading that......Happy Birthday, Nicholas! Welcome to 12!

yhenriques said...

once upon a time -

A rather insensitive passerby made a rather rude comment to a sweet young woman.

And then their boys met.

And became friends.

And journeyed together through the maze of childhood.

May the Lord continue to show His favor on these young men, as they seek His face and bless us with their dino-loving, movie-making, crazy man-child ways.

We love you and miss you.