Through the Years

My sweet "sonny boy" turns 45 tomorrow morning at 4:50. Here he is at 7 months (my favorite photo of his babyhood. It was his "What are you going to do next?" look.

Here he is at 7 or 8, in Virginia Beach, showing off his muscles. He is still built like that, by the way. He plays basketball several times a week and outruns the younger guys.

With his beloved Cayce, who grew to be 95 pounds and had the worst breath of any animal I've ever known. She was a sweetie, though, and his children could climb all over her and she never complained.

With his wife and girls, who are now approaching 13 and 16, so this was taken a while back. Isn't he handsome? He is almost the spitting image of my birth father.  Happy Birthday, Son, we love you!