I stood at the sliding glass door holding my breath, willing myself to stay, when all I wanted to do was stand behind little Bradley as he climbed the ladder to the slide on his swing set.
I cried myself silly dropping him off at mother's day out for the first time.
I watched him play inline hockey, football, and rugby. I watched him get injured. All the while I was purposefully standing back.
I've always felt like I had to pry my own fingers off of my first born son's life one at a time. It was so hard.
But when he married Stefanie, my hands were totally open. All the letting go had been done. Brad is his own man. He is the Lord's. He is wise and mature and ready for life.
How wonderful to be able to rejoice at his wedding!!
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