Well now on a summer night, in a dusky room
Come a little piece of the Lord’s undying light
Crying like he swallowed the fiery moon
In his mother’s arms it was all the beauty I could take
Like the missing words to some prayer that I could never make
In a world so hard and dirty, so fouled and confused
Searching for a little bit of God’s mercy,
I found living proof.
I truly have no idea in the world how it happened, but that little baby boy you see above, from whose room in South Portland, Maine we watched the fireworks the night we brought him home, turns 10 years old today. Double-digits? Really? Noah has gone from that beautiful little baby to a clingy toddler to an anxious preschooler to a confident, smart, athletic, compassionate, mostly-responsible kid, and devoted big brother, in what seems like fifteen minutes … and I couldn’t possibly be prouder.
With this morning’s birthday 1,500, we’re now at 328,007 down, 671,993 to go to 1 million made free throws.
I love you, Noah David.