This Saturday, August 30th, is Isaac’s third birthday. The big no. 3. His birthday is always a reminder of Hurricane Katrina. As Jennifer was in labor, we were watching the news from New Orleans and Mississippi. My father is a captain on a tow boat and was right in the middle of the storm. Katrina hit on Sunday, Isaac hit on Monday afternoon.
I will never forget the moment I looked at him for the first time. My (our) little “laughter,” the child of promise, a new life God gave to us to love and care for. He had so much hair.
Happy Birthday Son. I am so proud of you.