I'd be hard-pressed to identify a happier day than
December 12, 1969
when I woke to hear, "You've a beautiful boy!"
The days flew so quickly ...
1st birthdays are very important, don't-cha know!
I think this was the year Troy became lost at the Galleria ....
Celebrating #18 with Grandma.
Every year my mom gifted Troy a can of cashews ...
and I've kept the tradition alive in her memory.
("Nuts from Heaven", if you will.)
Where did the time go?
These days, my son's a loving Family Man and small-business owner who calls Alabama "home."
Recently, when I posed the question,
Would he like his childhood photo albums?, Troy quipped:
"That would be great ...
the girls need to know their dad wasn't always old and mean."
Happy Birthday, son!!!
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind, what I’ve put down in words ...
How wonderful life is, while you’re in the world!