O Lord, don’t you think youngest children should stay kids? Or, at least, not be permitted to turn 40.
Today, on our son’s birthday, won’t you freeze time? OMG, an extra decade might help me accept that my 6-foot-6-inch baby is no longer a baby …
O Lord, I am late in observing National Sons Day — no surprise to You or anyone else who has received my card two weeks after the fact. Still, You know how I love and celebrate my baby boy, though, OMG, he’s 6’5” now, with little boys of his own.
O Lord, thank You for giving me three generations of special guys. Not sure why You granted them legs twice as long as mine or 100 times my energy. Nevertheless, OMG, thank You that we can hike and love Your creation together!
