Celebrating The Farm Boy!

My farm boy is 16 today. 
2 birthdays celebrated without his best friend and brother. 
 A new way of living for him. 
Pushing, pulling, stretching boundaries. 
Reaching to find. . . who he is. 
Life dealing him lemons. 
His soul learning to make lemonade. 
His view of life; so different from mine. 
Lessons learned at every turn. 
His path bumpy at times. 
Yet so willing to adapt to the conditions. 
This is my boy. 
Honored at school with an award and a gift. 
Given for "his love of life."
His quest to press on. 

He may walk through this life in an unconventional manner. 

A manner I am learning to appreciate. 

Happy 16th birthday my boy. 
You bring me great joy. 

You teach me each day, 
"It's all how you look at it."

Re-posting last years thoughts. 

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I wake with a start. 

The pressure strange. 

I struggle to my feet. 

The waters of life stir. 

It's time. 

I call the hospital. 

I call my mother in law. 

My farmer wakes as the alarm rings. 

His normal waking hour. 

I let him know it's time. 

This child already in tune with the milking schedule.

With 3 sleeping children in the house, we head toward life. 

It is quick. 

We barely make it to the hospital before the final pushes. 

Fast and furious. 

He arrives. 

A surprise.

We always wait. 

Cedric Trevor Davis.

Named for the Grandfather taken too soon; who worked and toiled the land.

Our precious son.

We are blessed.

The recovery easy.

Life continues.

Marches on.

Year after year. 

He is 15 today.

He will take his permit test tomorrow. 

It's time. 

He has grown 4 inches since we buried his brother. 

He stands head and shoulders above me.

He wrestles with all that life has thrown him. 

Part wreckless, part staunch responsibility. 

This boy who arrived so quickly and hasn't stopped since, is my joy.
He who does all, in his own timing.

There is something about mama's and their boys. 

One for me is no more. I hold onto this one.

I pray I don't hold too tight. 

I pray that God will spare him and his siblings. 

I plead for more time. 

I beg Him to allow the angel of death to never pass this way too early again. 

But was it too early?

All is in the palm of God's hand. 

All in it's time. 

I will spend a life time in knots if I hang on the edge.
Waiting on His timing takes all.

Reaching again for grace, I hold on to the now. 
Resting in the plan by One wiser than I. 
Knowing that all is in it's time.

The birth. 

The joy. The glory.
The memories. 

We celebrate. 

We rejoice.

Happy 15th Birthday Cedric.

Ecclesiastes 3:1
There is a time for everything, 
and a season for every activity under the heavens: