My eldest son Daniel has been a constant source of pride and joy for us. This past August he moved to Louisville to pursue a masters degree in music performance (jazz percussion), and the wonderful surprises have not ceased. He met a wonderful young lady, a fellow grad student named Mary Goff, and they fell in love. She is a delightful, creative, godly future daughter-in-law. You are reading that correctly; Daniel proposed on Valentine's Day, and she said yes.
We have great confidence that their relationship will go the distance. They encourage one another in faith, they have fun together, they strengthen one another. So why does my heart harbor a mild sensation of misgiving?
It's not about them, it's about me. Can I really be ready to be a grandfather?
I'm not old enough yet! (I might not feel old enough in another decade, either, but that's not relevant.)
Stop laughing at me, kids. I'm too weak to fight back and too senile to think up a clever riposte. Sigh.
But it's beautiful. As long as I focus on the wonderful things I see God doing in Daniel and Mary, I think I'll be okay.