Thirty Six Years Ago

Thirty six years ago a young couple drove to the hospital in the snow. It was an unusual event for southeast Texas, but not unheard of. The young woman was frightened as her labor pains came closer and closer together, and all the young man could think of was getting her to the hospital.

Thirty six years ago, a baby boy was born into a family that loved and nurtured him. He was the first grandson on his mother's side, and one of many on his father's. He had red hair like her and a stubborn streak like him.

Thirty six years ago, as the young man and woman looked in wonder at their first child's angelic face, they had dreams in mind for him. They wanted him to grow strong and to be healthy...to be kind and considerate. As he grew, they gave him the tools he needed to be a man. She loved and nurtured him, showing him what real devotion was, and he showed the child how to be a husband and a father.

Thirty six years ago, my husband was born. God knew before his conception that he would one day become a husband and father. He knew what Trevor would need to fulfill his destiny, and used his parents to mold him into the man he is today.

So, today I say a prayer of thanksgiving for three people. The young man and woman who raised him to be a man of worthy character, and for the man himself who has brought me untold joy since he came into my life.

Happy birthday, Trevor!