23 years ago, at 7:58am, Sam and I welcomed our first child.
Today is Greta’s birthday. And I wish I had a better post prepared. But Red Five has distracted me today.
I came across a song recently. The lyrics speak to a great truth: my greatest joy in life is getting to love my children. And I first experienced that joy with Greta. I don’t know if that’s what this artist is singing about. But that’s what I’m thinking about when I listen to it.
She’s a wonderful older sister and is deeply invested in her siblings’ lives.
Her favorite author is C.S. Lewis. She loves the movies National Treasure and Prince Caspian. She has lived in China, Taiwan, and Tanzania. She speaks fluent Chinese by struggles with English spelling. I took the kids to Chicago’s Chinatown once. While the restaurant staff didn’t suspect it, Greta understood every word they spoke. She told me they were trying to determine if I was a mother with her kids. Or a teacher on a field trip.
I’ve watched Greta compete in Horse Bowl and FIRST Robotics competitions.
I’ve watched her go to prom.
And soon, I will watch her graduate from college.
I can’t imagine where life will take her next.
But I am blessed to have a front row seat.