Twenty-nine years ago today, I became a mother. I was 22 years old, naive and clueless when we brought Brad home from the hospital. My mother came to help and I let her change the diapers. When she left, Bill and I cried. What would we do? How would we go from a busy "on the go" life, working with high school kids to a quiet "stay at home" parenting life? It took about two weeks for me to calm down and become a mother bear. What an initiation our sweet Brad was. He was brilliant from the start. He was and is alert and curious. Soon, Brad, April, CB and Finn are moving to Ft. Collins because Brad will be the new pastor of a dear church there! We're all so happy for them, but I'll miss my boy. They went to Korea for a while and that was hard for this mama, too. I'm so proud of my son and I'm so thankful to the God of the Universe for allowing me to be a mother. Happy Birthday, Pastor Brad. I love you.
There's nothing like a sleeping baby, is there?
