Well.......I am just full of reflection this morning! Today is Jacob's 16th birthday. Where does the time go? It seems like just yesterday we held this precious baby in our arms and now he's growing into a wonderful young man. We are so thankful for the gift of children. Some of you may not know that after Justin we were told we would/should not have anymore children. Yet, God had other plans. God changed my heart through my husbands desire and now we have a terrific 16 year old son that we enjoy so much, along with his other siblings.
Jacob.........We love you very much and are proud to call you our son.
I know you'd like this to be of you in a car Jacob but do not fret my son....your time will come.....for to everything there is a season :-)
Too cute! Memories are wonderful things :-)
Hopefully today I will figure out how to post a slide show but until then enjoy these pic's.
How sweet! It really is a special privilege to be a mother- isn't it!!
ReplyDeleteI have to ask... in the bottom photo, which one is Jacob??
The middle one.......ain't he cute :-) He's gonna love this one. This makes being a mom even more fun....when they get big enough to pull out the photos :-)))))
ReplyDeleteI know.. I love old photos! He is a cutie there!
ReplyDeleteWith that photo-Bekah was right. I wasn't sure which one 100%!
Keep posting and sharing photos. We enjoy them!
I hope you are having a good week!
Happy Birthday to Jacob!!! Can hardly believe how time flies! Miss you my friend!
ReplyDeleteLord bless you,
Diane
WAIT!!!!!!!!!! This is the person in the picture speaking... I just realized, a little bit late I'll admit, that that photo is under copyright laws and that the respective person, or persons, in that picture have a right to request removal! JK
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately some things just can't remain in the "family" archives I guess. :) JK
Okay mom, I love the picture even though it is just humiliating!
Funny Jake! :) That is one of those special privileges us moms get- to share those cute "younger" photos! :-)))
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