We couldn't send him to day care because he needed someone to watch him one-on-one. So we hired an older woman who had raised six children of her own and we had her trained in CPR. I would come home from my newspaper job at lunch time to nurse him. He weaned off his phenobarbital at 18 months.
Such a scary start to our family life. We prayed and prayed that he would be healthy and whole. And he is. He has grown to be a wonderful young man. He cooks beautiful meals. He plays the upright bass. He's a bike mechanic and a new cyclocross racer. He's a trusty-worthy friend, a loyal brother and a good son.
His birthday is inexorably linked to the day before - the day before he turned five and almost lost his daddy. The experience gave him an early understanding of what tragedy is. It's also given him a soulful heart.
We look forward to witnessing the blessings God has in store for our teenaged blessing. Happy birthday, Gabriel John!