….what number am I?" my little boy yelled at the top of his lungs in the middle of his basketball game. He was reaching his jersey around trying to see the number on his back.
"45." I yelled. Motioning for him to focus back on the game.
He took off running again and then stopped in the middle of the court, turned and yelled…
"That's your age, right Momma?" and that's when the gym went quiet.
Well of course it did….
About Me
- From our family to yours
- Married twenty-five years to my wonderful husband and best friend. We have 3 "home-grown" kids and 1 hand-picked by God from Africa. Our life is blessed. We are a close knit family with strong Christian beliefs. Come along with us on our journey…you might have a great laugh or two.
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