One of the best things about my trip home from the Northwest was having Caleb, my two-year-old, see me from a distance at the airport and start running toward me. Never mind that security nearly tackled him. I beat them to him and grabbed him myself. Last night I put him to bed, read him a story, and then prayed with him. He’s learning to say, “amen” at the end of all his prayers. Sometimes I look at him and feel so much love I think I’m going to pop.
Same goes for Elijah, my nine-month-old. The look he gives me when I walk in the room makes me feel like I can hop to the moon and back.
Last night we were all in the car and Caleb was making Elijah laugh. There was pure joy emanating from the backseat of the car and bursting from my heart.
It’s hard to believe I have a couple of future men in my home, for whom it’s my responsibility to train in the ways of manhood. It’s a daunting task, but I’m happy to have it.
Telling Stories, Asking Questions, Learning Lessons