I’m sure when I was born some 30-odd years ago and the doctor exclaimed, “It’s a ….redhead!” my parents felt what I imagine most parents do in that moment — a determination to protect their child, and to love her everlasting.
Few things are more perilous than a vehicle full of hungry toddlers, teenagers and their dad. It takes multiple promises of a 60-second-dinner-on-the-table-once-we-get-home to keep tempers at bay and to keep them from spending $60 at a restaurant for a less than fabulous meal.
I pack a few clothes and my mp3 player to board the plane for southeastern Kansas. My great-grandfather Henry and his family packed everything they owned on a train. They stopped and purchased land because there was a Lutheran Church, and so my Grandfather Erwin grew up on the farm. He left to become a German professor, and today I know almost nothing about farming.
Nieces and nephews, as a category, are one of God’s very best ideas, and definitely one of my personal favorites. Their relationships with aunts and uncles are some of life’s best.