Eighteen years ago I was walking laps in our neighborhood. Waiting expectantly. Anxious to meet our youngest. Her birthday is in a couple days, but tonight was a good night for cake.
Pictured: Birthday cake with Grandma tonight.
Not pictured: The rest of the family and my mom.
He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young. Isaiah 40:11 ESV