Ian’s first birthday triggered some poignant emotions in me. I awoke that day remembering the morning he was born, at 6:11 a.m., with surprising clarity. As time goes by, memories of the physical pains of childbirth lessen (or so I’ve heard), but mine stay quite acute! My theory is that God designed the passage of a human being into this world for a reason, and considering humanity and our tendency to take what we haven’t earned for granted, it seems to make sense. It is shameful enough to take a bed, a book, or even a car for granted... but a human being? That is something I never want to be accused of. So I reflect on Ian’s first day in this world with overwhelming gratitude, to be multiplied each day he is in our blessed lives.
