It Was The Best Of Times, It Was The Worst Of Times

Dear Lewis,

Yesterday you embarked on an epic adventure. You left the apartment around 9:30am and walked 8 blocks to the train stop. As you rode along, you watched the world around you with wide-eyed wonder. Your first time on the train you rode the rails like a pro. Two trains, one transfer, and forty minutes later you arrived at the airport.

But your adventure had only just begun.

We stepped off the train at the airport and the place was bustling with people of all sizes and colors. Your eyes darted in every direction, trying to see every last thing.

A while later you boarded a 737 bound for California. The engines were loud. Unfamiliar voices spoke to you over the intercom and from across the aisle. Strange people in uniforms stopped to talk to you every time they passed.

A few hours and a short layover later we touched down in San Diego. You never cried or got fussy. People around us said you were the most well behaved baby they’d ever seen on a plane.

We made our way through the airport to find Nani, PaPa and Uncle Nik eagerly awaiting your arrival. After piling into a van we drove south on the I-5. It wasn’t long before you were in Little Italy at Filipe’s having dinner, followed by a walk to the grocery store, before finally heading back to the apartment we’re staying in to go to sleep.

You were such a trooper yesterday, Lewis. You were so brave, riding trains and flying on airplanes. You did it all with your eyes wide open and a huge smile on your face. Nothing fazed you, big man!

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Dear Lewis,

Yesterday was a long day. I couldn’t sleep the night before, thinking of all we’d need to do in the morning, going over the checklist to insure we didn’t forget any of your stuff, making sure we’d get to the train stop in time, so we’d ultimately be to the airport on time, etc.

From the moment we got up it was a mad dash to be out the door no later than 9:35am. I wore a backpack and carried two bags almost 8 blocks in the 85-degree weather. I was sweating by the time we got to the first train. There was nowhere to sit so I stood, holding the stack of bags so it didn’t fall. You made your pouty face so your mom and I scrambled to make you a bottle. We were just in time to prevent you from crying.

We got to the airport, checked in, and made it to our gate with an hour to kill. We spent that time on our hands and knees and butts on the floor playing with you. When we finally got on the plane your mom nursed you during take off and landing, for both flights, to help your ears deal with the change in air pressure. When we finally got to San Diego Uncle Nik held you while the rest of us hurried to put your car seat in the rental van and throw our 5 bags and stroller in the trunk, all while airport security hurried us along. The bumper-to-bumper traffic prolonged getting to dinner, and your mom and I hadn’t eaten since 7am.

After dinner we realized we’d forgotten a few of your things. Of course. The nearest grocery store was a mile and a half away, in the center of downtown San Diego. Instead of fighting traffic and the impossible task of finding parking on a weekend night we walked to get your supplies.

You were asleep by the time we made it back to the apartment.

Lewis, even though yesterday was a long day I loved every second of it. It’s only looking back that I see how difficult the journey was for your mom and me. I’m so glad we got to share the adventure together.

Lewis, I think it’s safe to say much of life is like your perception of our adventure yesterday. It won’t be until the end of our lives that we’ll get to heaven and look back to see exactly what God was doing and how hard He was working so that we could enjoy the adventures of life on Earth. Just as I was with you every step of the way yesterday God will be with you every step of every day on Earth. I’ll bet if you ask Him why He did so much, so much that we never see or understand, He’ll tell you it’s because you’re His child and He loves you more than you’ll ever know.

– Dad

Think back to some of the best times in your life, times when everything went according to plan, when everything seemed to “just fall into place.”

Now…what do you think things looked like from God’s point of view?

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