A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. - Lou Holtz
So, when the warmer weather rolled in a few weeks ago, bird songs began to fill the air around my house again. One early morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard my littlest son's footsteps running in the hall. First, I heard his feet come tiptoe into my room...then the sounds of his feet trailed off as he ran into all the rooms down the hall. In a moment, he had come back and queitly entered my room. He just gazed out the window for awhile. At first, he quietly exclaimed to himself,"Wow!" Then he turned to me and said, "Mom, do you hear? All the birds are singing in your room!"
And so they are...
Happy Birthday John!