And here he is, experiencing fatherhood for the first time.
Sometimes I think that he might actually be talented at everything. It can get pretty annoying.
He’s come through some major challenges with his health–I really thought we might lose him a couple of times–and he’s grateful for the ability to do simple things like run and kick a ball and walk up stairs. We both know that the grace of God has sustained us.
He’s a genuinely good guy. Generous and kind and a great listener. If you don’t know him, you really should. He’s a caring friend.
I never tire of watching him perform, even after 20 years, because his love for playing music brings him such joy.
Yes…I’ll be at Kierans tomorrow night. (But I won’t be carrying his instruments, because I have to draw the line somewhere…)
He’s going to complain that this post is embarrassing, but I can’t help it.
I’m still smitten.