This was a big deal for our family.
Luke was delivered by C-section. When the doctor lifted Luke, Luke was not breathing well. The nurses cleaned him up and wrapped him in a blanket and did their best to suction out the excess fluid. Everything seemed alright.
I was allowed to go with the nurses and take a couple of pictures while weighed him. Then, without explanation, I was told to leave.
Luke was not breathing on his own.
The next time I saw my little boy, he was in the NICU. He was hooked up to oxygen and being monitored by nurses and machines.
By the grace of God, Luke did start breathing on his own and after four days in the NICU, he was released to go home.
I believe that the birth of a child is a miracle.
As a husband and a dad, I do not want to take my wife or my two little boys for granted.
When my wife wants to talk to me, I should put down my phone. Twitter can wait.
When my little boy wants to play trains or monster trucks, no show on TV is worth missing the time to play with him.
If we focus on all the negative things in our lives, we constantly see things around the house that need to be fixed, bills to be paid, the grass needs to be cut, another meeting that we have to go to, and we get so caught up on what we think is important while neglecting what is really important.
The joy that ensues from a conversation with my wife or playing trucks with my little boy is irreplaceable.
It is the little things that have the most impact. It is those little things that bring joy to everyday.