"He's Going to Fall Off of There!"

Today is Gregg's birthday. He's 25. He'll always be our youngest child, but he has grown up.

I remember at our house on Juniper Street when Gregg was less than a year old, our neighbor Judith would come over. She would walk through the grass from her yard to ours, and continue on past the front window and door. When she got to the kitchen window, she would peek in. Gregg would be sitting at the bar on a bar stool, eating or playing (no strapping in, just a great balance) while I puttered around the kitchen. It never failed, when she saw Gregg, she would let out a vocal gasp / scream. And then when I opened the back door, she would tell me again, "He's going to fall off of there!"

For some reason I never worried. I knew he was stable and I reassured her each time. He never did fall off. Those were sweet days. I'm proud to be Gregg's mother and I have always been glad for his stability and my knowledge that he wouldn't fall off. He is a joy and a wonderful example of faith and strength.

Happy Happy Birthday Gregg!
I Love you, dearly!
Mom