Today’s a day of celebration for at least two of us here in Grand Rapids, Michigan! In particular, I’m celebrating motherhood that began 50 years ago this day down in Jacksonville, Florida.
This is the son I always dreamed of, dating back to my childhood when all I wanted was to be a mom. I wore out the pages of the Sears catalog where the baby clothes and equipment were displayed. I practiced on baby dolls until I was old enough to babysit for the neighbors across the street, who added children nearly annually–Ricky, Mary, Sarah, Tom, Jean, John, Bernice (plus two more after they moved across town).
But first came love, then came marriage — then came Bentley in the baby carriage.
I was so smitten by his perfection that if he was napping, I’d sit and stare at this picture, not yet believing he belonged to me. But I eventually came back to earth, and let’s be honest, raising children has its ups and downs.
So today I’ll wish my boy Ben a happy fiftieth birthday and at the same time wish myself a happy birth day, celebrating God’s good gift to Paul and me.
Now before I go meet up with the birthday boy, I leave you with a photobooth matchup. (The tan is real…we lived in Florida.)
This last snap is from the photobook I made of Ben’s first 50 years. What else was I going to do with all those pictures of him?