Happy Birthday Lance!
12 years old.
Some call you Alanson.
Some call you Lance the Pance.
Some call you Mance.
Grandpa Orv calls you Twerp.
One sweet little girl calls you Uncle Mance.
Whatever your name is... today I want you to know that you are so very loved... by so many!
I remember the day you were born.
17 days early.
You insisted on arriving on Grandma Punkie's birthday...
How fun was that?
You were named after your great, great grandfather.
Alanson Huff.
People still can't figure out how to pronounce it...
We just smile and say "Call him Lance".
Your name means "happy one".
Anyone who knows you will agree it is the perfect fit.
Remember when you were 2 yrs. old and I used to call you my little stud muffin?
Then one day you came up to me and said "momma, I an egg."
I replied "egg? you are an egg?"
You quickly said "an egg muffin".
That story still makes me smile!
You have brought so much joy to our lives.
You are a stinkin good athlete.
You are such a servant.
You know how to hang with the big guys, and you are precious with the little kiddos.
Most importantly... You love Jesus and He shines through you!
You are such a servant.
You know how to hang with the big guys, and you are precious with the little kiddos.
Most importantly... You love Jesus and He shines through you!
A true blessing indeed!
Oh... and did you notice?
The green blog colors?
Just for you!
I love you more than words can say!
[If you are reading this and you love Lance too... leave him a msg on here. He isn't quite old enough to have a Facebook page (next year Lance!). So this would be the place to say something :). It is easy to do.... just click on the "comments" below.]
[If you are reading this and you love Lance too... leave him a msg on here. He isn't quite old enough to have a Facebook page (next year Lance!). So this would be the place to say something :). It is easy to do.... just click on the "comments" below.]
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Ashley Martin :)