Dear Asher,

You are a complete joy to our family!  

You were born during the COVID pandemic, a time when people had more fear and anxiety than intelligence and common sense.  The day you were born, JJ and I met your mama and dad in front of the hospital at 5:00 AM. We took a quick picture, then JJ and I sat outside in the parking lot with an eye on the room where your mama would be after you were born.  

It seemed like forever, but it really wasn’t very long before your dad texted.  He came to the fourth-floor window of the hospital and held you up in his arms.  It was too far away to see you, but we knew that both you and your mom were fine.  Moreover, we loved you instantly! 

Since that December day two and a half years ago, you’ve grown like a weed. Really, you’ve grown too fast, little man. One day you’ll look back on time and know what I mean.      

Such is life, Asher.  It is but a vapor, here today, gone tomorrow.

Some days, particularly when you are young, drag by.  But if the Lord extends grace and you grow old, the same days will fly by.  Treasure each one. Every day is a gift.  Every moment is a living treasure.

There’s no way to say all I want to share, so let me whittle it down to just a few things I feel impressed to tell you.

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Keep the Wolves Away

There’s no telling how many times I’ve crossed Intercoastal Bridge on the way to Surfside Beach, Texas.

I grew up nearby.

I’ve crabbed the bayous, wade fished the surf, cast lines from the jetties, swam the waters, and all the while immensely adding to my chances of skin cancer.     

This time the trip across the bridge didn’t go to the beach but to a marina.  Deep sea fishing.  50 miles out on a chartered boat with my four sons and son-in-law.

It was Friday the 13th, maybe not the best day to go more than 50 miles out on the wild blue yonder with all my name linage, but that’s what we did.

We met the two fishing guides 30 minutes before daylight, swallowed more Dramamine, and set sail.

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Lenora

Several years ago on a cruise ship, Janet and I met a hard-working young lady named Lenora.

She was cleaning tables and carrying away dirty dishes when we sat down for breakfast.

Lenora was from Ukraine.  Janet’s been to Ukraine before, so someone who knew exactly where her country was, much less having been there before, seemed a genuine treat for Lenora.

Quick observation — most people vacationing on cruises don’t really see the people working on the ship.  It’s like the workers are simply working movable fixtures, walking robots, not real people at all, as if invisible.

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