It doesn’t seem possible for twenty-four years to have passed since that bitterly cold Colorado morning when Rachel gloriously graced this planet with her beautiful presence. From the very beginning those penetrating brown eyes have been twinkling at the world around her, ever inquisitive, ever curious. Her room at our Brittany Oaks town home was freshly decorated in sunny yellow and aloe green, and it was breathtakingly miraculous to place her in the newly assembled crib for the first time.
She’s a woman now, but not one whit less beautiful and wonderful. It is delightful to share in the love that blesses Rachel and Steve in their emerging life together. It is joyous to watch the bond of sisterhood with Rebecca evolve as they join in the Flagstaff life to which they have returned. It doesn’t take a lot for me to become nostalgically sentimental for those days when I walked Rachel to school and tried to trip her up with a word she couldn’t spell. I have loved every minute of fatherhood.
Rachel knows that there was a serious discussion between her parents about the responsibilities and ramifications of bringing a new life into this world. Things are certainly not as I would wish them to be, but I suppose they never have been. About one thing there is absolutely no question. The world is a far better place for our decision to let the universe unfold as it should, and for having done our little part in bringing this brilliant light into our lives.
How's this for having your cake and eating it, too? I can post daily and still comment! Just checking in to see if there's still life out there.
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