Two posts today….my previous one was on my thoughts after the election. This one is devoted to my oldest baby. Today is his 27th birthday!
Happy birthday to my very first baby……
Brandon Richard Hartman
Once upon a time, a couple learned they were expecting their very first baby.
They were thrilled. He was born November 5, 1981 at 3:46 p.m. He weighed 8 pounds 1 ounce and was 20-1/2 inches long. His parents thought he was the most gorgeous thing they had ever seen.
He grew to love Tigger. (I think he still does, but Rachael won’t let him sleep with Tigger anymore.) And he went trick-or-treating:
He played baseball and he played the guitar:
He loved his little sister (yes you did!):
He loved lots of kitties:
Somewhere in there he grew up and got a girlfriend:
He played Jesus in the Easter play:
He built his own Mforgery, and, ummm….showed off his art work:
He flew an airplane:
He played pool:
And rode a motorcycle:
And he decided to get married:
Today he is 27 years old. Still my baby eventhough he’s all grown up and married.
And now we have 2 grandkittens!
I love you, Brandon! Happy birthday!