Today is a sweet and special day remembered for your life of 38 years; as of 7:31 a.m. EDT, I confess to awaking at precisely that time again today, because, with no drugs on board, and my tailbone being dislocated by your poor, sweet and I am quite sure aching head (it had to have hurt bumping your head repeatedly into my bone like that!). Sense memory awakened me on time. But it was not a painful memory in the very least, even though I like to tease you about it. The memory is so overwhelmingly joyous that I cannot help but weep. You were, are, and always will be an incomparable gift of joy and love to the world, straight from the arms of God. Do not ever lose sight of this fact. You have been blessed by God to be a blessing to all. A smile from you has within it the glow of every star in the universe.
To say that I and your father, and all your forbears – Swedish, Scottish, Cherokee, Austrian, English, and so on, ad infinitum – stand over you with pride and joy amounts to only the tiniest bit of feelings that are always around you. Always ready to envelop you in peace when needed, and a kick in the pants when called for.
You and Sarah are an integral, deep down, rooted outgrowth of our own lives. We are stronger with you, and your brothers, and your niece as firm roots in our family tree. No matter how you choose to see the power of God working in your lives, be it known that we are witnesses of it. Do your best to turn to the Creator of all things in whatever your circumstances, be they ones to offer thanks (ALWAYS), or to ask for help, and trust that the help you most need will arrive when most needed. Every time.
Happy Birthday, my darling boy-grown-man. We will always be bound together.
I thank God each day for the blessings of having received the abundance – overwhelmingly – of enough. . .