Happy Belated Birthday Mike!

May 23rd my oldest son Michael turned 29, can you believe that? It was just yesterday that he was a baby, or playing baseball, or football, or mustering the courage to pick up the phone to ask a girl on a date. Those fun days are behind him now, he's getting old and even turning grey. He has an awesome family of his own now. I wanted to to pay tribute to my oldest son and wish him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

A couple of years ago, Craig and I, Mike and Tammy and little Kylie went to Savannah, Georgia.

Two of my handsome sons, Scott and Michael.

Aww, I had to put this picture of Kayla's birthday. All of us are looking a little worn out and Tammy did all the work. Thanks, Tammy!

Four generations! Who'd have thought, it's great!

Here is that little baseball player, he was an Allstar!

I had to include this picture, I can't believe I sent him to school in a sweater vest. Oh well, he looks cute!

Michael loved his Grandma Nebeker! I'm pretty sure the feeling was mutual.

Six weeks old here. No idea how old Grandma and Grandpa are, but they sure look great!

17 days old. With nothing to worry about. Although he does look a little worried. Mike was such a good baby. Slept through the night the second night after we brought him home. He has always been so special to me, I am thankful to be his mom!

Cap and Gown, Diploma in Hand, Nikki's graduation!

This picture below is at Seminary Graduation.

Faces of old and faces of new,
People we know and people we knew.
Growing together then drifting apart,
Always an ending and now a new start.
At graduation we all grow nearer
And all our friends seem so much dearer.
And as we say our final goodbye,
One last embrace and one more cry,
A "keep in touch" and a "promise I will"
A "remember when" but better still,
A place in my heart, you'll always stay,
That is what's said as we go our own way.

You were six months old and full of fun.
With a blink of my eye, you suddenly were one.
There were so many things we were going to do,

But I turned my head and you turned two.

At two, you were very dependent on me,

But independence took over when you turned three.

Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore,

But when I lit the candles there weren't three, but four.

Four was the year that you really strived,

Why, look at you now, you're already five.

Now you are ready for books and rules.

This is the year that you go to school.

The big day came; you were anxious to go.

We walked to the bus, going oh so slow.

As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye, I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.

Time goes so fast, it's hard to believe, That just yesterday you were home here, with me.

And tomorrow when the bus brings you home and you jump to the ground,

You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.

So I'm holding to these moments as hard as I can, Because the next time I look, You'll be gone again.

I thought it was time to post about Nikki's high school graduation. Where does the time go? Our youngest is all grown up. It's bittersweet. I am so proud of her and so thankful she is my daughter!