This is a poem I wrote when my first son became a believer. It's fading from the notebook I scratched it in so I thought I better put it somewhere more permanent.
Your ability to think through things that are spiritually complex and yet so simple, always impresses me. I am so proud of you and our son. In the most humble way. I love you...
I remember when you wrtoe that...the idea of your son being your "brother" is so deep. It was then and I still reel as I think about it.
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