Eighteen years ago today, I showed up at the hospital in Roanoke, VA, for the delivery of our son, Cleveland. He greeted the world with a shout, pulled into the bright white operating room, surrounded by doctors and nurses–it must have been quite a shock. He won our hearts the moment he appeared, and soon smiled far more than he cried. He’s a sensitive, caring, creative, intelligent boy–or I guess I should say man now. I treasure the boy he was and love the man he is becoming. Happy Birthday, Cleveland.
Learn to see yourself as Heavenly Father sees you – as His precious daughter or son with divine potential. — Dieter F. Uchtdorf