To my boy

On this Father’s Day, my oldest boy became a father. Of a boy of his own. It happened in the wee hours of the morning as if his son had decided to punctuate his own grand entrance with the exclamation point of significance that this day gives. My boy is a father. After giving birth to three wonderful sons, my world welcomes one more. And of course, today of all days, I am hoping that I have taught my son everything he needs to know as he becomes a parent himself.

I hope he knows to look for reasons to laugh more than reasons to anger. I hope he knows that time passes so quickly that even when you feel exhausted by the enormity of what you are living through, this too shall be gone in the blink of an eye and you will soon be marveling at what once was. I hope he knows to drink in every blessed moment of the adventure ahead of him, good and difficult because it will all become the fabric of a life that he will one day look back upon and smile. I hope he knows to smile with his face and heart and soul every time he sees his boy because it will lift his small spirit as he grows before us.

What I do know is that my son now knows that no matter how full your heart is with love, no matter how complete your life feels and full and happy, there is always room for more love.

And your heart wonders how you ever lived before that love came in to fill you up.

With all the love that fills my blessed heart.

For Chris and Lincoln.