Day 70 is always going to be a near and dear one to my heart for the following reason: today I get to be a dad to this little man above being held by his mama. For real. Not just tell people about it, not just visit my son for a couple of hours a day, but we’re talking full time, all out, can’t-take-him-back fatherhood.
As I type this blog entry, I am sitting in the Washington Dulles International Airport, where I’ve been since I flew in this morning. I’ve been very hard at work:
It’s just before 2:00 pm in the afternoon, which means I have about another two hours before Liza and Asher’s flight gets in from Frankfurt. Since I woke up this morning (about 5 a.m. as I lay in bed with giddy anticipation), I’ve had a grin on my face from ear to ear. Today is finally the day.
Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s not going to be easy. In fact, I know I’m in for the battle of my life. To raise this young man in a culture that is distinctly different from the man I know God wants him to be…..well, that’s going to be a challenge. And ultimately, he’s his own person. Even at 10 months old, I know that he is his own person. I cannot control him, manipulate him, or trick him into anything. I mean, I could, but that is not my desire. My desire is to simply point him to Jesus, and should Jesus call Asher to Himself, then I have done my job. But even if He doesn’t, I want to still be able to say I’ve done my job, and that’s to live out each day as an example of Christ’s love, to make Him attractive to Asher, so that Asher would not want anything this world has to offer with its fleeting and passing pleasures, but would want Christ Himself.
And Chick-fil-A. Yes, I want him to love Chick-fil-A.
I left the house about 6:15 this morning headed for the airport and was hoping to grab some cookies to bring to Liza as she got off the plane. Alas, when Paul took my order, he informed me that there were no cookies baked at the moment. Darnit!
I opted instead for the #8 Oatmeal & Fruit Combo, which is not something I thought I would ever do willingly again, apart from my menu review. But it sounded good this morning primarily because I don’t do breakfast usually. Don’t get me wrong – I love breakfast food, probably more than any other. Just not at 6:40 in the morning. I’m a coffee only kind of guy typically before 9:30/10:00 a.m. But so as to not waste the trip, Oatmeal and Fruit it was!
So now I wait. The next two hours are probably going to drag by as slowly as possible, so hopefully there are no delays in the air. There’s a good chance my face is permanently imprinted with the smile and pride of a brand new daddy.
The question is, will mama let Asher come to Chick-fil-A with me tomorrow? I have a feeling she might want some alone time. 😉