Happy B-Day Justin

Just a short 15 years ago, Justin was born. He was a happy baby (once we learned that he couldn't be rocked to sleep). He loved to look to the sky and find airplanes. His first word after mama/dada was 'ball' and he said it when we were driving in the car listening to the Sun's game.

He loves his big sister. When Leah went to visit her friend next door and Justin wasn't allowed to go, he fell to the floor and cried. That was when I understood why my little sister always had to come with me when I went to my friend's house.

Now, he is 15. He plays Halo, has a myspace account, is going to be driving in December, and is going to be trying out for football his freshman year. He can be loud and obnoxious (and that is on purpose). Yet, he is a good friend and will befriend anyone. One of his friends he has known his entire life another is a new friend this year. He is generous and a leader, gathering his friends together to buy pizza at school or to buy an air-soft gun for a mutual friend who didn't have one.

You're a great guy, Justin! Mom loves you.

They say the best weapon is one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only need to fire once. That's how dad did it, that's how America does it, and it's worked out pretty well so far.
~ the character Tony Stark from Iron Man