Twenty-Three years ago today, a tiny baby was born into the world.  His name was Evan, and he weighed in at a whopping 4 and a half pounds. 

He was a very sick baby and needed lots of medical attention.  Also needed was lots love and prayers.  And oh, was he loved!  And oh, were prayers said!! 

And look at him today!  Such an amazing young man! 

 

Reflecting back on my feelings on that day 23 years ago, I could have never in my wildest dreams imagined how well Evan would have thrived and the great influence he would be on my life. 

What amazes me the most about Evan is his complete and total acceptance of himself.  He has never once complained about being paralyzed or having to use a wheelchair.  He is just happy with himself.  How many people can say that??   Evan also has an innocence which is endearing.  He keeps his standards high and doesn't not comprise in the least.

Not to say that doesn't have his little mischievous moments.  Just ask his siblings.  Evan is the ultimate Star Wars fans.  I recently over heard him introduce himself as a Jedi Master.  I think that fits perfectly.  To become a Jedi Knight one must go through a set a trials that test skill, knowledge and dedication.  Evan definitely has that, and is teaching others too! 

Happy Birthday Evan!! I love you!!