“Twelve years ago, today, God gave me
a gift in you beyond compare . . .”
I cradled you like a football in my left arm as you sucked on my pinky. Your eyes were shut, but mine were enlarged soaking you in – a miracle, blessing, gift and joy unlike any other I had ever been given. Mom, recovering from her battle wounds, was now breathing gently by our side, resting. You came into this world with a great deal of pain, Titus, but the moment you arrived, you delivered unspeakable joy. That joy has never – not even once – diminished. In fact, it continues to grow.
I remember cutting the glistening cord that connected you to Mom, and in so cutting brought you closer to us both. With you by my side, I am a better man. Your infancy transported me into adulthood, and helped make me become a better, although far from perfect, man. You are handsome, kind and gentle. Your character literally stops me in my tracks, forcing me to examine my own life, which seems to be so quickly fading.
My son, and my friend, you are pleasing to God, and pleasing to me. Not because of what you’ve done, but because you are my son – and you mean all the world to me. You will be special, important, unique and my priority until my dying breath. You inspire, fulfill, reward and thrill me every time I look at you. No moment with you is long enough. No gift can compare with you. You are one of a kind, and have been entrusted to me by the Almighty hand of God. I do not deserve the priceless gift I have in you – but you, my son, I do so very much, enjoy!