Happy Birthday, Tyson!!
My little boy is all grown up and turning 23(!) today!
But I can still remember when...
he was just a little baby, about 2 months old. He was a pudgy little thing!
when he was a year old, our apartment burned down and my visiting teacher took care of Tyson, telling me that she needed to practice taking care of a baby (she was pregnant at the time). He loved mud!
For a couple of years, it was just me and Tyson. Life was complicated, but I was always grateful to have him.
He was always a sharped dressed man!
Tyson was a pretty happy child. I guess he used it all up before he became a teenager. Ugh.
In 1988, he got two new cousins. (Look at that physique!)
Tyson had a fascination for the ghostbusters in 1989. He decided that he would be Peter Venkeman, I could be Janine, and AJ had to be, what else, Slimer.
No life history is complete without his life long friend, Jordan.
They played on many soccer, football, basketball, and baseball teams together. This is the team that I coached in the fall of '92.
Tyson was baptised on his birthday in 1993. I'm proud of the fact that he honors his priesthood.
The next year, Tyson was sealed to our family, one of the best day's of my life!
He hasn't always liked being a big brother, but he has always felt the responsibility of taking care of his siblings.
Tyson loves the outdoors!
But he doesn't love heights! (You have no idea what it took to get him to stand there.)
Or having his picture taken. (Ok, this was after about 20 photo op's. He was probably rightfully tired of it.)
Happy Birthday, my boy! We're proud of the man you've become!
Love, Mom xoxox
HAha, very nice, wonderful pics. I think my fav is the one with golden with the fish.
Posted by: Mitchell Mark | June 17, 2008 at 03:54 PM
Is it surreal to have a 23 year old son? The time just flies eh?
Posted by: Jill | June 25, 2008 at 08:42 AM