Twenty-nine Eighteenths
I have breathed 29 18ths of September. I love this day. It is my birthday.
Here in Bogota:
It is raining.
It is cold.
It is Monday.
It is a long day with teaching followed by another Master's degree class.
But I don't mind that so much today.
It is my birthday.
I miss my mom tremendously today, but I can feel her love today.
It is my birthday and my wife is doting on my like there will never be another.
Praise be to Him the creator of all we see and do not see.
2 Comments:
Notice he did not say that he missed his DAD! I know ... I know. It's always the MOM that gets the shout outs. I love you son. And, I miss you.
Happy Birthday!!
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