Good morning…
Thirty-nine years ago, on Memorial Day weekend, Steve and I were married in my hometown of Berea, Ohio.
This anniversary morning, we wake in Athens, Georgia, new grandparents to Charlie, who is a week and two days old. Our youngest daughter could not come to meet Charlie at the hospital, since she woke that day with a sore throat, so we rented a two-bedroom Airbnb for the weekend. Charlie met his aunt Adri for the very first time. She fell in love!
We circled up with our son Kyler and our daughter-in-law Chandler, and they shared Charlie’s birth story in details. Casting tons of life-giving pictures onto their living room T.V., we admired the whole birthing process. To have a front row seat through pictures, with step by step commentary, was such a fabulous, bonding experience. What a way to celebrate our thirty-nine years of marriage. We also poured over a collage I had made thirty-two years ago to chronicle Kyler’s first year of life. Tiny babies (Kyler was 5 lb. 15 oz. and Charlie was 6 lb. 2 oz.). Thick dark hair. Oversized new clothes. We saw so many similarities between father and son.
In our thirty-nine years of marriage, we experienced four childless years by choice, four years of infertility, four miscarriages, and the incredible miracle of four natural births producing four awesome kids. What an amazing anniversary gift, to see life cycling itself around again!
Now as I grow old and my hair turns gray, I ask that You not abandon me, O God. Allow me to share with the generation to come about Your power; Let me speak about Your strength and wonders to all those yet to be born (Psalm 71:18, VOICE).
Thank you, thank you, thank you, God.
…Sue…
