You know how life is full, you know we couldn't plan it.
Your dad and I prayed for strength and understanding
for things we couldn't see or comprehend.
This is a song for you, to carry in your pocket:
take all our love with you in all the paths you walk in.
I can't say your life will always go like it should,
but I can say that God is always good.
And when the cold wind blows, like I know it will,
and when you feel alone, like I know you will,
and when the cold wind blows, like we know it will,
Don't let your love grow cold.
~ Sara Groves, Song for My Sons
Happy Birthday, my six-year-old.
You are more years than the fingers on one hand.
I love you, my
loud as a train,
gentle as a breath,
hug of a boy.
Show me what six looks like, Tuck.
It looks great on you.