I remember vividly, one year that Steve started marking the calendar day by day until Christmas Day. The mystery closet where our mother hid and stored the toys she would get for us leading up to Christmas Day, was sacred for us. We knew the toys were there and sometimes even violated the mystery of the closet by peeking inside when she wasn't around, exposing what she got us for Christmas
I have never celebrated a Christmas without feeling my brother Steve by my side, to share it with me. And although I know that his joy is now full in God's glory and beyond what my mere human capacity can apply to imagination, I celebrate his time when he was here with us.
On his birthday, he'll be celebrated again in my heart as well as those who I know loved him so much.
Steve was passionate, a wise-cracker, very witty, a good-looking dude, a momma's boy, had a huge sensitive heart, very comical, and an amazing imagination among many more things.
Most of all, Steve walked with God.
Happy Birthday Stevie !!!!
:)