a big week for our son Colin.
on Friday, he wrote his first sermon. it was snow day, so he spent a good chunk of the day learning how to use microsoft word. various things kept spitting out of the printer as I worked on my sermon upstairs in my home office. "I Love You Mom and Dad." spit. "I Love You Elle." spit. and so on. He didn't tell me until he'd finished, but apparently he decided since I was working on a sermon, he'd write one too. He's at that age, you know.
Here's what he wrote. Page 1 (spacing and spelling as authored):
There is no one like him
Jesus ctrist my Lord. And for
ever and ever. And for give
us as we for give those ho
Sin ugenst us
couldn't have said it better myself.
then, he found out yesterday that his newest sibling is a boy, making Colin the first paternal line male Wilson (i.e., son of a Wilson son, if that makes any sense) in several generations to have a brother. My grandfather had no brothers, my dad has two sisters, and I have four sisters. Not to mention the fact that neither Ronni nor my mom has any brothers, either.
Needless to say, Colin is thrilled with the idea of having a little brother. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the historical context, of course. Must be a hardwired desire in boys. I know I sure had it. Even though now I'm thrilled to have so many sisters. Do girls have a similar desire, I wonder? I can't imagine why not. Weigh in in the comments, if you don't have a y chromosome.