By: Colm Leyne
In less than 12 hours it will have been a year since my son was born. As I watch our campfire go out at St. Joseph's Island on Lake Huron - I gaze to the stars. Earlier I gave my daughter some lessons about the stars and now I'm pondering the meaning of life (a good camping tradition).
I started my reflection with my family and what they teach me. Here's what I got so far.
Sharon teaches me humility, sacrifice, service, joy, passion and truth in beauty. I married up. Big time (irony aside). There's enough for a lifetime to enjoy ... Funny how that worked out?
Jacinta came to remind me my role from Father to becoming a Dad is as much to nurture as protect and provide. To nurture quiet strength, self confidence, and to have a servant heart. She taught me to fail the right people and love her better than anyone else on this planet could. The best part; she knows it beyond a shadow of a doubt! #daddydaughterday isn't trendy or cute - it is strategically loving my child. Patent pending on that word association bombshell. You're welcome.
Ezra. You're name means "Helper"
Call it the whole #Manventure thing, but you've helped spark my desire again to be fun. For me to live a life worth being told at Christmas dinners over tea and dessert. You've taught me about legacy.
What will be my legacy? Who will come to my funeral? What will my eulogy sound like? If we have grandkids, what of me will they carry on? All good questions to pray about under the stars.
I don't know all those answers. But son, I know that along with your mother and sister - you are already the best of me.
Happy Birthday Buddy,