He's the son I never birthed, and I could not love him more if I tried.
Shayne is sweet, and smart.
He's a crazy-hard worker. I remember when he was just a little thing him helping me move, lugging boxes twice his size without flinching.
He's fun and he's funny.
He was my official escort for both my daughter's weddings. I seriously can't think of a single person I would have preferred in that position. He's my boy (ok, now kinda man) and heading down those aisles on his arm was comforting and perfect.
I am more right out there with my feelings and opinions with Shayne that probably anyone besides my children. He is certain, in that deep-in-the-gut kind of way, that I love him, and I suspect this is why he is so tolerant of me sticking my nose all up in his business in a consistent, and I'm quite sure annoying way. I have prayed for this young man since he was a pudgy, precious little thing, and I can't wait to see how God uses Him as he grows into the man I already love :)
I love him and he loves me. And I'm so thankful for him!
Happy, Happy Birthday, Sweet Shayne!!
Aunt Nay :)
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