The youngest becomes a man

Today is a special day. Not only is it 28C at 42 Latitude in Canada on October 6th, the three pronged sassafras leaves softly turning yellow tinged with mandarin, today my youngest turns 18. Eighteen and nowhere in the province to be found, but far the other side of the country near the Pacific Ocean, attending college. This in itself is an image of the grace of God. It was a miracle my son lived to be 5 and climbed on a yellow school bus to travel down the country highway to school (all staff alerted to his medical needs, his siblings and God to watch over him). It was probably a miracle I didn't home school him, but had the faith God would meet all his needs in a country school thirteen years ago. Now he has travelled far, thinks deeply, reads widely, writes music, plays piano and violin, and amazes us with his progress and faith. Son, we are proud to be your parents, excited to see your growth, and watch with joy as you and your God unfold your future.