It’s Friday and my oldest daughter turns 34, I mean 25. Sorry, Julie! She was born on a Friday and I became a mother for the first time on that winter morning. I was so young and ill-prepared for the challenge of raising that tiny girl, but we managed, her father and I. She was patient with us.
I look at her today and see a strong, confident woman who takes every opportunity to be exactly who God intended her to be. She follows after His heart with every step. She is an intelligent businesswoman, a talented writer, and a wonderful mother to her sons. I am always in awe of her.
She can do anything.
Happy Birthday, Julie! I love you.