Who does that little boy up there look like?
There is a little bit of him I see in all of my boys, but more than anyone my Ian is the spitting image of his Grandpa Croker– complete with the dress up hat and gun. Barry’s dad passed away today and he was able to be there at his side along with his mom and sister. All night and all morning he said it was so much like waiting for a baby to be born (we have quite a bit of experience with that). The inevitable is going to happen soon, but you have to be patient and let nature take its course. Like a birth– to another phase in God’s eternal plan.
I’m here on the other side of the country with a yard full of boys in swim suits running around with water guns. They are so alive.
I like to think that little boy up there is out there playing with them.