Fifteen Years Ago Today

I dropped my wife off at the airport so she could fly to Amarillo and get to our daughter's side in time. We had just gotten the call that she had gone into labor and was on her way to the hospital in Pampa. I drove through the night, and a snow storm to meet the granddaughter we had seen on the ultrasound picture.

I arrived about seven am and went in to find my family. When I entered the room, my daughter asked, "Did you see my son?" I was dumbfounded. Ultrasound pictures do not always do justice to a young man. When they placed the little fellow in my hands for the first time, I felt as if all my work was done, that all that meant anything to me would go on through this child. And to hear that his middle name is my surname; sweet icing on the cake!

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