Well, another year has passed by, so quickly it seems. I can't believe you're 23 today. I remember, just like it was yesterday, the scintillating conversations we would share (or, more like you spoke and I listened intently)--even that one at about 2 a.m. when you couldn't sleep, and we heard the faint whistle of a train way off in the distance on the wind, and you just had to tell me everything about what kind of train that probably was, because freight trains sound like one way, and passenger trains sound like another. I learned a lot about freight trains that night. I was also lost in the wonder that was you.
I remember your loud three-year-old voice hollering out To God Be the Glory as we shopped our way through the grocery store. And I mean all the way through. Oh, and the things you would say, and the information you would share--well, I'm not going into detail here, that's for sure! Suffice it to say that Dad and I laughed about some of those things.
And now, look at you. You grew up on me, before I even realized it. You even went away to college, and now you're home, working an internship and getting ready to graduate. I would like to inform you that I will cry when I watch you walk down the aisle and receive your diploma. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I'm so glad you consider Dad and me friends. I'm so thankful that you are a passionate follower of Christ. I'm tickled that you will still do the Silly Walk down the hallway, and that you laugh fully, completely, and whole-heartedly at things you find funny. And I'm glad you still like to blow out candles.
Happy birthday, son!
Back to life,
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