About a Boy

Let me tell you about a boy.

He is talented. He plays guitar, drums, bass guitar, and piano.

He is active. He plays ultimate frisbee, volleyball, and basketball.

He prays. He trusts that there is a Sovereign God taking care of us at all times.

He is a lot of things to me.

I break things and I sometimes feel like I waste a lot of time and money, yet he generously gives, still.

I break down, get irritated, and change moods in a heartbeat, yet he never tires of standing by me.

I’m a mess in the most literal sense but he never tires of cleaning up after my own messes.

I work, but I feel not as hard as how this boy works to provide for me.

And it’s not just me.

I will always be grateful that this boy stayed.

I see this boy stretch himself, over and over, for the people he comes across with – his family, his work mates, and all the other people he serves.

Happy birthday, my handsome, talented, kind, generous boy! I met you as a boy and I am proud to tell the world that this boy has grown into a wonderful, wonderful man! I love you, Howell! Now, we celebrate!!!