~William Feather
Most of you know we have four sons. Although our second son is not mine by birth, he was born in my heart, having helped raise him since he was only three years old. He is also our rebellious one. Good looking, kind, but lives life on the edge.
As we worried about him in his early twenties, I was reminded by an older friend who has experienced the same with one of hers, that sometimes you have to let them go and hope they find their own way. And when they do return, it will be of their own accord and will be all the sweeter.
Two nights ago, I received a phone call and was ecstatic to learn the deep voice on the other end of the phone was him.
Our prodigal son had returned.
He asked about all his brothers and the rest of the family sounding as if he really cared and not just making conversation. We caught up on all the news and it turned out he had news for us.
He was married. And had been for nine months.
This child who has sworn for years he would never get married has now given me another daughter-in-law.
Instead of being upset for not letting us know earlier, we respect his need for privacy and for his decision on how to manage his life. He is working. He is healthy. He is happy.
And we love him just the way he is and look forward to meeting our newest member of our family.
Now maybe one day I’ll get those grandchildren he says he will never have. :thumbsup:
~Sandy
