Twenty-three years ago yesterday at a few moments after midnight, my he-will-forever-be-my-baby son entered this world.
Yesterday, we celebrated that occasion. It was a huge family dinner. My four, their wives and the family of my baby’s wife.
My baby has a wife?
I know. Wasn’t it just yesterday he arrived in the world?
Right. Yesterday…plus twenty-three YEARS.
But I remember how happy he was as a baby. He made the cutest gurgling noises. Like he was singing to himself.
And he seemed almost indestructible: falling off decks and through windows. But he didn’t always escape unscathed.
His enthusiasm for living rubbed off on all of us.
It didn’t surprise me when he decided to take to the stage. People at church had been saying he was going to be a preacher for years.
He was always a natural ham. Why not add makeup and bright lights?
How did he get from a playschool graduation to this in three blinks of my eyes?
As an adult, he headed off to college. And graduated from that before I’d begun to fathom how he would deal with those student loans.
And now, he’s married. He and his wife have their own little love nest. And student loans.
But life isn’t about loans, it’s about love and living each moment with joy.
And this baby boy of mine has been doing that second part well for a lifetime. What’s not to love?
If you know him, how about commenting with a favorite memory?