…my first born made his glorious and timely (well, God’s timing at 10 days late) entrance into the world. He rocked my world as everything I knew to be in my control was shaken to its not-so-solid core. I clearly saw the future of a sacred life entrusted to me, and felt more inept and scared and awestruck than I had ever felt. I was an incompetent, yet hopelessly in love young woman. It just took one look into that precious face. I’ve never had so many emotions converge into one moment. Holding him, I knew a miracle, I saw Life itself transform my own, and I met more love square in the face than I had ever felt.
At nine pounds eleven ounces, he felt so solid and strong but was so helpless and pure. There was innocence in my arms, such a clean slate of new life. He was everything I had imagined. But I wasn’t prepared for it to be even better, even more. He always has had such a sweet and joyful heart. Today he is rock strong and solid, and his heart still is so genuine, loving and pure. We’ve just had two weeks of long talks, a few meals, a lot of late nights, and plenty joy and chaos with his adorable, teddy bear-dog (Black Labrador), Rebel, trying to blend in with two cats and a very jealous Abby, our springer spaniel. It’s never dull around here when kids are home!
I am most proud of this guy and his character and integrity. He’s the kind of man you hope your boys grow up to be. He truly is someone I like as well as love.
So, today we celebrate Greg, who he is to us, and how he changed our world forever twenty six years ago today. Happy, happy birthday, Greg! We love you so.