I remember well the day, one of those six days which are pushed deep into my story. I labored, humble and raw on the linoleum floor, and his father’s arms held me. How I needed to be held.
Life came pouring out and he cried and I cried. I fell in love.
For anyone who thinks that the mother of a brood carries a fraction of love for each, I can only say that every child has captured me completely. A mother’s heart cannot be measured by capacity.
So he belongs here, adding fullness to a family, adding a brother for adversity. He brings music to the halls, sound effects to the dinner hour, and a sweet sincerity of affection that makes everyone his friend. Happy birthday, Samuel. We are so glad that our Father has lent you for a season, already half gone. We intend to enjoy every pleasure!