Happy Birthday, James

I just wrote an incredibly touching, tear jerking post. I still have tears running down my face. So, you ask yourself, why are you reading this instead? My computer lost its internet connection and in my impatience and kept hitting buttons until I lost the post.

Oh, well, unfortunately for you, you will never read my ponderings of motherhood and those touching memories. I just trust that God is sovereign and that James would have hated me forever for sharing those thoughts.

Instead, you get, Happy Birthday, James. Just for you, I'm adding your photo finish from yesterday. He didn't win, but the two guys that beat him are older and one of them much bigger. Did I say much bigger? How about huge? You can only see James's tire because he's tiny compared to him. Still, pretty cool. After races miles and miles, it's still a sport of inches sometimes.

Good job, James.