One year ago today, I held you in my arms for the very first time. I looked at you with wonder, not yet knowing the creases of your hands or the smell of your skin. I had no way of knowing at that moment just how profoundly you would change my life.
When I look back on this first year with you, I don’t recall very many bad times. Yes, there was sleep deprivation, and there were days when leaving the house was just too big of a challenge. But when I reflect on the past 12 months, I see scenes of laughter and games, development and discovery. I see you smiling at the sound of my voice, giddy when I walk in the door after work. I hear you laughing hysterically as I blow bubbles for you for the first time. I feel your impossibly soft newborn hair, and silky, round tummy.
You, Corban, make me so happy. It’s impossible not to feel joy when I’m around you, no matter how bad a day I’m having.
I could postulate about what kind of man you’ll become based on your current preferences and skills. You’re learning to throw (athletic?) and you enjoy pounding on the keyboard (musical?). You love being surprised or frightened (adventurous?). But when I think about your future, there is only one thing that matters. Above all, I pray that you will love the Lord and walk with Him throughout your life.
Corban James, you are a delight. God has blessed me immensely by entrusting you to me. Your first year of life has been one of my very best so far. Happy birthday, my dear son.