Dear Kevers,

Your first Sunday at church found you dangling from Dad's arm in a baby carrier.  I'm relatively certain that Dad let not one guest or regular attendee leave that service without acknowledging you with at least a friendly glance. Beaming from ear to ear he would literally shove the carrier in front of women making their ways to seats or men gathering their own children before the morning welcome.  He was so proud of his first born son!  He still is.  And so am I. 

What a help you have become in our home.  Whether it's repairing a broken fence, fixing a computer problem, locking up the house at night, putting your hand on my arm when you sense I might need a little encouragement, reading the Word in Dad's absence, shoveling gravel, or folding loads of laundry, you have become an uncomplaining, Godly young man.  

Dad and I are both first borns and understand the unique challenge of shouldering a bit more responsibility, the desire to please, and the blessings and curses of being the guinea pig.   And yet, we've often forgotten these challenges when parenting you.  Too often we expect much and praise little.  Frequently we talk excessively and listen in moderation. 

But I will not let today go by without telling you that I delight in seeing Jesus in you.  As you grow more in love with the Lord I marvel at the joy of being both your earthly mother and your eternal sister in Christ.  I am proud of who the Lord has created you to be and I can't wait to see your continued spiritual growth as you serve Him. 

Never forget for Whom you live.  This life is not your own, dear son.  I love you.  Lots.