Time Flies

Twenty-two years ago, March 24 was also Good Friday.  How do I remember this?  Because my daughter, Robbie Donn Heyduck, was born on that day.  Happy Birthday, Robbie!

I still remember the first time I held her, and looked down into those dark blue eyes.  “How do you hold a baby? Wow, she doesn’t have much in the way of neck muscles! I don’t know how to take care of a baby!” were all thoughts bumping into each other in my head.

None of those things seemed to matter to Robbie at the time.

I remember in the first couple months of her life, while I was still in seminary, how quickly she fell asleep as I read Liberation Theology to her.

There are too many memories to share here, and many of them belong just to me and to her.

And now she is 22.  I kinda remember being 22, but not in any way that would be worth reflecting on in her direction, at the risk of sounding preachy.  The main thing, in fact, I hold onto about having been 22 was that I lived through it.  Robbie  will too, and, someday, will look back on 22 and be thankful both for having been 22 and for not being 22 anymore.

Happy Birthday, Robbie!  I wish you a very special day.

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