I was just a young 20-something-year-old when I became a mother for the first time.
As all mothers know, there's an immediate bonding love that compares with no other when that little wet bundle is placed in your arms. Oh how I craved holding and kissing my little Trevor constantly!
Little Trevor grew up to be the perfect big brother to his siblings.
and then to be the perfect daddy to his own children
And through it all ... all those growing up years, walking to the zoo, playing on the swings, buying and selling donuts at school, playing music at home, playing with GI Joes, running interferance against immature teachers, paper routes, summers at the docks, hiking, sending off on dates ... Trevor has remained, and ever will be, my kindred spirit. I love you Trevor. Happy Birthday!