Thursday, April 28, 2011


Sixteen years ago this week my sister had a son and he took up residence in my heart just. like. that.

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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