
I am feeling a bit sentimental this morning and thought I'd post some photos of my lovely family. Children are a heritage and will be my legacy in life (at least part of my legacy). I am so proud of each of them. They are growing quickly.
My son will be eight tomorrow...WOW. I remember the

day I gave birth to Jimmy. I told my husband at 5:30 PM that we needed to get to the hospital because I was ready to have a baby. Jim told me to hold on a few minutes because he wanted to finish mowing the lawn. I was furious but in too much pain to argue. He finished about 20 minutes later. The hospital was only a few minutes away. I arrived at 6:05 PM. I had Jimmy at 6:30 PM. He would have come the moment I arrived at the hospital but they made me hold off on pushing because the doctor hadn't arrived. His birth and

the labor was so easy compared to what some people go through. I didn't even start having contractions until around lunch time that day. God knew I had a low tolerance for pain!!!
Praise God for my son! Praise God for my girls as well! Praise God for my family!