(Here you are with your best hunting buddy at your birthday party)
The years are fleeting.
It is haunting me today...
as I look at that oldest boy needing a haircut
eyes green and clear
dirt on his face...smiling up at me.
Soon I'll be the one smiling up at him.
He measures us often now...waiting for the time he can say...
"I'm as tall as you!"
I was thinking the other day...
only 9 more Christmases until he is 18...
9 more spring gardens
9 more summers swimming in the creek
9 more birthdays...
I am grateful for all of the days in between. The days that all work together to
build him into the man he will one day become.
Those beautiful days of loving him and teaching him and training him...it has been hard...
but it has been so good.
He has driven me to my knees and he has amazed me with his insight.
I am so grateful that I have been able to be the one
to teach him...
to turn over a rock and find a host of critters
to write his name
and read a book
to bask in the beauty of God's creation.
