Today I met a three-day-old twin boy who belongs to two joyous and grateful parents.
Unlike me, he will not know much solitude in his childhood.
Like me, he will be doted on by parents who waited and hoped for some time before having children.
Unlike me, he will grow up amid the smells of dogs and espresso beans.
Like me, he is named Lucas.
I don’t really have any words to explain or describe this, other than these:
J. and D., I am honored to be a part of this boy’s life. May God bless him and his brother with friends like you.
