A Letter To My Oldest…

Dear Lance,
This week you turn 16 years old. I have watched you grow from a painfully shy, backwards, skinny child into a young man that is now slowly beginning to take a stand for the Father who will never leave you. To say that I am proud of you seems not enough to say.

I remember worrying over you because you were so shy. You would never look into anyone’s eye as they spoke to you, and we could never hear what you said because you were so quiet. Speaking was never something that you were good at, because you were so afraid that you would say something wrong that you would stutter over yourself.

This year you have grown by leaps and bounds in so many different ways! I am sure you have grown at LEAST a foot! But more than that, you have grown in your character and your confidence. This year at the 4H fair I saw such a completely different child…er…young man. You spoke with confidence to the judge in a high pressure situation. You had an opinion on how your steer should look and be, which means you are taking ownership of something you love. You smiled and looked at the judge like it was somewhat of a second nature to you. I was beeming with pride. That steer’s head was up and you worked that ring.


Now you are riding horses. That is an accomplishment in and of itself. You were so scared after getting kicked I didn’t know if you would ever be back on a horse. You were, and now you are riding barrels, flags and tons of other things. You love being a cowboy. Living on a farm is where you are content. Al gave you a cowboy Bible for your birthday, and I think it was perfect.

Basically, Lance, Dad and I could not imagine our lives without you. I am so proud of who you are, and what you are becoming. Please continue to stand for Christ, even when the pressure is too great that you can’t take it anymore. I am so proud to be your mom.

I love you!