the joy of water

can you hear ryan screaming, "water, get your ice cold water here!" he is going to be a terrific sales person someday. or a great football fan (for the spartans and raiders if you are wondering) or a really great band nerd (he already plays a keyboard better than i do). the point is i know that when i look at him i just want his life to be full of love and joy and faith and hope and grace. no matter what other plans and hopes and dreams come true or not those are the things that i hope for above all else. it would be great to see him score the goal that pushes his fellow norsemen to the state soccer title, all in his freshman year, but even that would fade away. and it would certainly pale in comparison to ryan spending the last of his allowance to buy a dinner for a man who has not eaten in four days. i will be proud of ryan for whatever. (i already am, he said sunny days today, just like his elmo doll)

while skipping church this morning i remembered earlier today a song that i sang when i was six.

i am a promise, i am a possibility, i am a promise, with a capital p. i am a great big bundle of potentiality. and i am learning to hear god's voice and i am trying to make the right choice. and i'm a promise - to be anything god wants me to be.

today - ryan is my reminder that i am a great big bundle of potential. not just as a father, not just as a salesperson, not even as a pistons bandwagon rider, but as a promise. i hope that my 15 month old prophey can remind you of that as well.

(for pictures of ryan try looking here)