Jamison

I can’t believe our first born will be 14 on Monday.

I loved him as a baby.

I’m slightly in awe watching him become a man. 

He has started fixing broken things around the house

(Now if he and his siblings would quit breaking them in the first place!)

I know he doesn’t like snakes any better than I do, but while I scream and run, he takes action.

We’re down one employee as of this morning which leaves us in a bit of a spot milking 3 times a day.  Kenton can’t do all three and survive for long so Jamison is helping with the 9:00 p.m. milking by moving cows and cleaning barns with the skid-loader. 

When he’s asked to help with farm work he usually responds with “okay”. 

(He’s a little less enthused with helping around the house.)

Jamison is sincere in his faith and seeks to grow in the Lord.

(Could we ask for more?)

Kenton and I always liked teenagers but weren’t sure how it would be at home.

Turns out it’s even better when he’s ours.

Happy Birthday, Jamison!