Saturday, January 24, 2009

Jon - A man, son, brother, leader, coach, friend. Happy 30th Birthday!


"Mom, am I adopted?" This is what I heard the whole time my son, Jon, was growing up. He was the only blue eyed and blond haired child in the family. My mother had blue eyes and blond hair however, this child just did not resemble his parents or siblings. We traveled out west one year on a four week road trip. We met my first cousins, (the kids' second cousins) and discovered that cousin Jon, from Texas, was the spitting image of our Jon. My mom's brothers child had the same nose, eyes, and even the thumbs were the same. I think once that was established and his fears put to rest that we were hiding his identity from him, Jon began developing into the man that he has become. Has it all been easy? I would say that Jon has gone through some pretty hard times but to look at this muscular, strapping, handsome young man, you would never know. He always has a smile on his face. He is so wonderful making others feel valued and appreciated. He is a terrific coach. I would say, that of all the football coaches I have ever heard of, seen, or watched, Jon is the best I have ever seen. His devotion and leadership with young people goes beyond awesome. He leads at work with integrity and support....he is a Christian that has discovered the strength that comes from that, he is an animal lover especially his little guys, Wrigley and Halas, and he is a wonderful son and brother.

Today, Jon celebrates his 30th birthday. I am so proud of my son. I can hear his little voice everytime I visit Disney. I remember how he would pass the driving time away on the way there by drawing picture after picture. Oh, and he is a very good artist. He was even looked at by Disney Studios at one time. His ability to draw cartoons is amazing.

Happy Birthday, Jon, and thank you for blessing my life by being apart of mine with yours. God really blessed me when He entrusted you to me to raise. I love you and am so very proud of you. You inspire me, motivate me, and teach me. What more could a mother ask?









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