This evening after we both came home from work and before I had to jet out to rehearsal… (did I just use the term “jet?”  Hey the 50’s called… they want their slang back!) we were sitting on the bed and Angie was holding Isaac.  She said, “I don’t remember what he was like when he was really little.”  I didn’t really understand.  “I don’t want to get forget how little he was and what he was like then because he’s going to be 15 tomorrow.”

Now, I’m the sentimental type to a fault, but I was surprised at this thought.  It was only a little over 3 months ago that the little one came into our family.  It was a mere 8 months ago when we signed out paper work officially starting our adoption process.  Life before May seems blurry to me.  I can’t think of what life was like before Isaac came along.  It’s weird.

Weirder still, is that in some ways I know Angie’s right (not that she’s not right a lot, she is… I just don’t let on that I know she’s right), but he IS growing up fast.  Over the last week, he’s really started laughing.  Over the last 2 weeks, he’s started realizing how to smile on purpose and register the reaction we give him when he does.  He HAS to know that he makes out day every time he curls that little lip up with a smirk…  He’s nearly tripled his birth weight in 3 months, he’s sleeping through the night like a champ, and he’s learning to eat like a Towle.  He’s growing.  It’s what they do.  It’s how life works.  Oh my, how time flies…

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I successfully navigated another birthday without too many people making a big deal of it.  I’m 28 now and for another 30 or so hours Angie and are the same age.  After that, it’s back to me respecting my elders.  @curt_walters asked me today if I did the whole, “Look back at your life and see if you’re happy with where you are” thing.  I didn’t.  Most of the time I’m not very retrospective.  I’d rather be moving forward and figuring out where to go.  Plus, on our anniversary a few weeks ago, Angie and I sat in “the Godfather” booth at Maggiano’s and looked at where we want to be after 6 more years of marriage.  We looked back at a few good things from the last few years, but where we are now so far out weighs all of our other good times, that it may be hard to top now. Oh my, how time flies…

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Then I fast forward to this coming Sunday… we’re wrapping up a series called Gimme at Crosspoint (@xptonline).  One of the things that we’re experiencing this week is the Jewish tradition of DAYENU, a prayer of remembering that which GOD gives to us.  Basically, the ending each stanza of this sung prayer says, “it would have been enough us.”  Here are a few examples from the last 3 lines of the song:

13) If He had given us the Torah.
14) If He had brought us into the Land of Israel.
15) He built the Temple for us.

Each line is then followed with “it would have been enough for us.”

WHAT A GLORIOUS WAY TO LIVE!  To think and to focus on what GOD gives us and to accept it would have been enough.  I think we could all take the cue to be more like this.

If HE had only given me one more day to live…
If HE only gave me a roof over my head a enough food to survive…
If HE had only given me Angie…
If HE had only given me Isaac…
HE gave us a great church community…
… Friends like family…
If HE only gave me sight and I couldn’t experience music…

WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN ENOUGH FOR YOU?

Oh my, how time flies…
PJT//