My Son...

Wasn't that long ago that he was just an infant in my arms breathing his first breaths or so it seems. Next he'll be off to college, pursuing a career and then married with kids of his own.

Everytime I look at him I marvel at the young man he has become and the man he is becoming. He is such a good hearted boy, thoughtful and considerate the kind of kid that I would have been fast friends with.

I often wonder what it will be like the first time he brings a girl home to meet Angela and I or when he starts to drive.  I even rehearse what kind of advice I'll give him when he starts to consider the next step in life. 

 And to think that 18 years ago my life's path was so far removed from this end result.

Am I fortunate? Yes and a resounding No...Rather I'm loved and blessed by Him who promised to "never leave me nor forsake me" and for what? What did I do to merit that? Nothing at all, believe me, quite the contrary, in fact, It is because HE IS and that is all the reason I need, to borrow the phrase it is "...all my reasons."

If everything goes as planned he'll be gone in four years, off to blaze a trail of his own.  My son Keinan, "the little ancient one who acquires."*

                                                                                     

*Origin:Gaelic

 Meaning:Descendant of Cathán; little ancient one

קֵינָן Qenan, Qênān, Kenan, Keinan. "Buyer; owner." Masculine.