My oldest son, Joseph, is very extroverted. Gabriel, his younger brother by two years, is the opposite. On any aptitude or intelligence test, I would bet that the older one scores higher.
Joseph and Gabriel:
Once, when I was in teacher training, I invited a friend out to do friend stuff. It was a weekend, sometime near the end of the term. She told me she couldn’t hang out because she had a stack of papers almost 13 inches high to grade.
You could have been Alice. Or Lydia. Or Hannah.
I guess you could have been Rizpah, too, since the set of names really was just those from the Old Testament; we narrowed it down quickly to a few that we thought sounded nice: Elisabeth, Lydia, Miriam…
You were so excited for school. Who wouldn’t be? It was the designated day for the super-blowout, no-holds-barred, extravaganza field trip to the Living Planet Aquarium.
You are extremely fortunate to have many good men in your life.
Dollar Cokes sing to me their siren song. Especially in 90-degree weather.
Coming home from a family errand, I pulled the old crossover (doesn’t have the same nostalgic ring as “the old station wagon,” does it?) into the…
Joseph, you’re a believer, like your father. Sure, you question authority (like your father), but in the end, your faith is strong.
I’m so proud of you for getting baptized last month. And like I said in your confirmation blessing, you decided to get baptized knowing much more…
We had quite a night last night, Joseph.
Last week you cut yourself, “in the dumpster.” Thanks, by the way, for bringing in the trash bins, though you left one of them in the street. I guess when you sliced open your ankle you figured your job was done.
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