When we brought you home from the hospital, it was a snowy April day. We carefully buckled you into your brand new car seat and took you home. You’ve so grown up through the years.
Wearing tea towels on your head and running into tables…sitting on my lap as I read Seuss’ ‘Fox in Sox’…wondering how any girl would wear anything other than dresses…your profession of faith and baptism…singing for a few years with the Lambton Youth Choir…playing volleyball, baseball, soccer, and basketball in Brigden… entering high school in Petrolia and then St.T…a shared love for reading…youth groups and a mission trip to the east coast…driver’s licence…graduation…and now co-op and working at McDonald’s…and off to TBS for a year in September.
I once said in a sermon when you were around nine or ten that you we were half-way there in our job of parenting you. This season is quickly coming to a close. That saddens me but also delights me. I’m excited for your future.
I am thankful to God for you. I really mean it. We have laughed, traded jokes, butted heads, and experienced the roller coasters of life together. I love you deeply and want God’s best for you. Just a couple of Scriptures to encourage you on your birthday, first-born:
 All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness,  that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work. (2 Timothy 3:16-17 ESV)
[12:1] I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.  Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.
(Romans 12:1-2 ESV)