Another First

Dear Son,

This past Sunday was your first time going to church . . . and you behaved like many men I've seen within the walls of the sacred place . . . lively throughout the music portion of the service - sleeping peacefully during the sermon. I couldn't have been more proud though . . . and it was good to be in that place with you - the place, where among many other places, I'd prayed so feverishly for your safe arrival - I felt so blessed standing in that holy place with you in my arms - blessed to be able to thank Him properly for you. I am so undeserving of a gift as perfect, magical, and all loving as you, - yet somehow, here we are together.

I suspect I shall spend the rest of my days giving thanks for you . . . and that won't even be a raindrop in the bucket in comparison to just how grateful I truly am for you.

I love you Son. Now and forever.