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. 

 He was so chunky and plump.  Now he is a growing boy, fully of energy and spunk.

Happy Birthday Son.  I am so proud of you.