22 years young

"Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth."  Psalm 127:4

It's one of those days that will forever be burned in my memory.  Every detail remains clear, right down to what I was wearing.  It was a day that changed my life forever; it was the day I became a parent.  

I was just one week shy of 22 years old when that whopping ten pound, redhead baby boy made his first appearance in the world.  Today, the now six-foot lanky young man turns 22 himself.  I have a new perspective about how young I really was when Jeremy was born.  No wonder I felt so clueless as a new parent!  

Through the years, he has been the child who could always make me laugh and was always humble enough to be able to laugh at himself, a quality I admire and aspire to.  Jeremy's smile is contagious, and I know it's the reason why God gave him those dimples.

Of course, I shed a few tears over my son as well, mostly during his teen years.  And I must say, he was probably the reason for most of the gray hairs I now have.  Still, I'm thankful for the lessons learned (for both of us).  

He is the arrow, I am the warrior, and I've had to release him to the world, knowing full well that God is sovereign over where he will land.  

Happy birthday, Jeremy!