A little boy and his mother were crossing the River..
MOTHER: “Please hold my…hand.”
BOY: “No, Mom, you hold my hand.”
MOTHER: “What’s the difference, my son?”
BOY: “If I hold your hand and something happens to me…chances are I may let your hand go…But if you hold my hand….I know for sure,
you will never let me go.”
We have three sons.
One in heaven.
One first born.
And one who,
despite his turning another whole year older today,
will forever bee
I didn’t get to ever-once wish our son in heaven a happy BIRTH day.
I also missed our first born’s birthday this year while recovering from
an auto mis-hap.
And so today (all-together) I wish my three son’s
a most joyous celebration of the presence you each hold in my heart!
Moreover, I want you to know how intricate and meaningful those three words are when they come from me…
I have been saying them to you throughout your entire life,
and pray you know what they mean
each time that I do.