...sometimes people, myself definitely included, become so entirely wrapped up in what they most desire, that we sometimes manage to overlook those blessings we've already been granted.
On this day, nine years ago, my son Lucas was born under the same kind of cloudless, cerulean skyline I'm currently enjoying as I bring these thoughts to life.
Many people boast of "The World being a Better Place with this Person or that Person in it," and while I'm probably most biased in my position, the fact of basking in nine straight years worth of brilliant weather on the 3oth day of May sheds proof to my claim that my son's presence has surely helped to align the planets and boost World Peace from where it was at this time yesterday.
...while my other two children entered this world by way of ear-piercing screams, demanding of immediate attention, followed soon after by limitless rest for the next 18-24 months, Lucas introduced himself to us quietly, tender blue eyes ever searching, accepting his surroundings with a sigh and a toothless grin. And he's never really changed since...
Perhaps it's in the name.
My very own "Cool Hand Luke" manages to bring home straight A report cards, willingly divides his play time between dolls with his sister, and throwing a fade route to his older brother in the back yard, while still remembering to finish his homework and water his Dogwood sappling that he so eagerly planted a few months prior.
He can sink a twenty foot jumper, (led his team in scoring last winter,) snag a line-drive out of mid-air with one hand, (went 4 for 4 with 6 RBI's last week,) and if he so desires, can sit down and read a 200 page novel with the speed and clarity comparable to his 12 year old brother.
...and he makes it look easy, with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders.
While so many of us stuggle daily with whatever goals we're so desperately trying to accomplish during our lifetime, my son Lucas will be one of those lucky one's who always seem to have a little ray of sun shining down on them despite the heaviest of rainfall in the forecast.
Instead of driving relentlessly toward some far reaching dream, he'll be one of those accidental success stories who "stumble across some brilliant idea," fall into a pile of wealth, and yet think nothing of it, while spending his time searching the Florida tides for the best surf.
...that's my son, and today is his day. Happy Birthday Lucas.
2 comments:
Aw, this was an exceptionally nice post. Taking the time
and actual effort to produce a really good article… but what can I say… I hesitate a lot and never manage to get anything done.
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