My boy turns five today. Five is the age where my own memories become clear, and I realize the buffer given to parents to work out the kinks of parenting is over. The buffer of a few years to make mistakes and know your child wont even remember. And yet the time spent, the energy invested, the fun things experienced – it is also questionable if he will even remember those – until now. I hope to fill that memory with many good times and rich life experiences. I hope he will recall me as a good father who above all passed on a godly heritage.
Micah, I love you so much. My first born, my daddy’s boy. You are a studious worker and eager learner. You have your mother’s tender and perceptive heart toward others, with the strength of love and encouragement. You fulfill the duel roles of an older brother well of protecting your sisters in their weakness… and teasing and making their lives interesting in their strength!
I’m so happy to have another male in the family and to be reaching the ages for father-son baseball games and camping trips. Later the art of the power tool and mechanics. And sci-fi films that your mother and sisters will say “ugh, I don’t get it.”
I pray for you a strong and deep seated faith, a great love for God, wisdom, a biblical worldview, knowledge of biblical theology, an uncommon character and integrity, freedom from fear, doubt and uncertainty. May God grant me the wisdom to guide you on that path. And may God give grace in the areas I fall short that you would not repeat my sinful patterns.
Happy Birthday Micah!