My 42nd birthday came and went on Saturday with little fanfare or celebration. The boys and I took Rachel to summer church camp up in the Atlanta area, and the majority of my birthday was spent helping Rachel adjust to life at this camp for three weeks. I have never really made a fuss over my birthday in past years, and this year was no different. There were no birthday cards or presents. It's just another date on the calendar. So, here begins my 42nd year of life, and I can only wonder what the next 42 years will bring for this family.

Joe