God sleeps in the minerals,~ Arthur Young
awakens in plants,
walks in animals,
and thinks in man.
English – Writer September 11, 1741 – April 12, 1820
Today is my oldest son’s birthday. Just a little more than a week after my greatest sorrow of loosing my mother, my greatest joy was born. He brought us hope and a reminder of the circle of life. He has always enjoyed living on the edge and doing the unexpected. He has grown into a hard working man, a father and husband.