I'll never forget the 15th March 1979. Barbs and I set off at 5am in snowy conditions to travel to Croyden. In the back of the car we had an empty baby carry cot. At Birdhurst Lodge we were introduced to a little baby boy who looked up at us with dark eyes that knew far more any 5 week old baby ever should. We loved him instantly. He was ours. Adoption is an amazing process. In no time we were travelling back up north with a full carry cot.
Thirty years have slipped by. The dark eyed wise child is 30 years old and 6 feet five inches tall. I still have his little red velvet boots and remember how his little fat foot felt in them. His feet are now size fourteen and a half . The promise of wisdom in his 5 week old eyes have been fulfilled in his 30 year old life. In 1981 our joy doubled as Sarah arrived in our lives. What a blessing these two are to us.
Last weekend our son got engaged to Katie. He saved the big question for the evocative surroundings of Central Park, New York. The saga of the ring has too many complicated twists and turns for this little blog. Sarah was neck deep in the conspiracy and there were times pressures that took it right to the wire. However the ring arrived and Katie said "yes" and there is photographic proof of of sparkling diamonds in the 3rd finger.
I am not naive or sentimental. I know I can be an infuriating Dad and Paul can be a gloriously impossible son sometimes. It is part of the job description! but I wouldn't change a detail of our personal history. I am grateful to God for the gift of these extraordinary children.
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