it is hard to believe that my eldest son is "halfway to 16," as my Mom so bluntly put it. today is a day to celebrate his birth, and for me to try and get my breath back, having had it stolen away by that sober realization. if time is a stream, then this portion has turned into a bit of a raging rapids, flowing at breakneck speeds. still, its not so fast that i can't enjoy it, and i certainly am. of course, having a son like Jackson makes it easy to enjoy, as he is a delight (most of the time). we are blessed with every moment of knowing and loving him, and can't wait to see what lies in each new blessed moment. happy birthday, bud. we love you.
a collection of words about God and life and art and baseball and football and hope and my family and my ministry and music and the immense joy in each moment of all of it. it's a record of being human. welcome.

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