December 14, 1971 found me in the midst of holiday planning, tree decorating and cookie making.
Big plans for later that day reinforced my need to finish what I could. My three year old son was anxious to help and we merrily rolled peanut butter cookies into balls to be baked as the next batch signalled it was done! His excitement was as real as mine! His blue eyes sparkled in the blinking Christmas tree. By noon we were ready as that was our deadline.
My husband arrived at the appointed hour.It was pre-arranged and several weeks early.Today our new baby would arrive in the chilly early Kansas evening.
This day a son was born to a little family. His arrival would forever change our lives.
Happy birthday, my son, Michael!You light up our lives!