Nineteen wonderful years ago today Daniel Scott Richards was born. Just a year into our marriage came a wonderfully bright, creative, person. It has been encouraging to see him go from a relatively helpless babe to a huge strapping man. He thinks for himself and has challenged me many a time to consider why I think the way that I do. He has more artistic talent in one finger than I do in my entire being. I am glad to call him son, brother in the family of God and friend. Happy Birthday, Dan.