The precious gift of life, the beating heart,
The little hand that clings in childish trust,
The shining eyes that are so much a part
Of every moment in a parent's day;
A language that no words could ever say.
God gave to me a child --- and then I knew
The joy of love fulfilled, the quiet peace
Of home and fireside where, with strife denied,
The heart can calmly rest in love's release ...
~ from the poem by James B. Singleton
[ graphic from Source of Joy Graphics Gallery]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my ELDEST CHILD, a son
I can hardly believe that my eldest child is 27 yrs old today!
It seems like only yesterday he was a newborn infant, nestling in my arms.
Now he has a 2 year old son of his own
and is experiencing the joys of parenthood firsthand.
The little hand that clings in childish trust,
The shining eyes that are so much a part
Of every moment in a parent's day;
A language that no words could ever say.
God gave to me a child --- and then I knew
The joy of love fulfilled, the quiet peace
Of home and fireside where, with strife denied,
The heart can calmly rest in love's release ...
~ from the poem by James B. Singleton
[ graphic from Source of Joy Graphics Gallery]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my ELDEST CHILD, a son
I can hardly believe that my eldest child is 27 yrs old today!
It seems like only yesterday he was a newborn infant, nestling in my arms.
Now he has a 2 year old son of his own
and is experiencing the joys of parenthood firsthand.

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