The last year of childhood.

On May 11th, our son Jesse turned 17. The week prior, we celebrated Cinco de Mayo by having Jesse take and pass his driving test. I remember leaving the hospital with Renee and Jesse while looking into his tiny face and knowing that one day he would be asking for the keys to the car. That day has arrived. Changing diapers and eating his first solid food are distant memories. Reading bedtime stories and wrestling on the bed are now faded photographs in my mind. He has now entered his final year as a child.

I am very proud of the young man he has become. He thinks critically and biblically. More than once, he has refused to compromise or give in to peer pressure. He knows what he believes and isn’t afraid to ask questions when he disagrees. He is ok with being different and resists any pressure to conform to what others think. He is amazingly creative and enjoys his artwork. He has big dreams and plans. I credit Renee for the many years she home-schooled him. She has spent far more time than I have with him and deserves all the credit. Hopefully, I have set a good example as a husband and father for him so that in the years to come, he will be a good husband and father.

Son, I doubt you will read this as you are usually busy playing games online or listening to music, but I wanted to write it anyway. I love you son and am very proud of the upright man you’ve become. You have had challenges, but you have overcome them. You have a great sense of humor and laugh with ease. I know that you will be blessed in whatever you choose to do in life. I am so grateful that the Lord entrusted you to our care all those years ago. We will continue to pray for you as you launch out to fulfill your dreams in the years to come. Never lose sight of the Lord and know that He will never leave you or forsake you.