July 1

Lisa's first son was only a few weeks old when we decided to take him out to coffee with us. She had reluctantly given him to me to hold and as we waited to be seated, I pretended that I was his mom. It was a nice little daydream until I whacked his poor little infant head against the side of the table as I tried to slide into the booth. I'll never forget the horror on Lisa's face. I had to really beg after that for her to let me hold him again.
I'm grateful that I didn't cave the side of his head in or cause any major permanent damage that day. He married his sweetheart, Krista, this morning and the two of them were radiant in their happiness. My one piece of advice for your future would be to always keep a box of matches in the bathroom. I can't remember who gave me that same advice years ago, but they were right. Have a happy ever after, you two!












