Notes on the Dad Front

Secondly, Machen turned two yesterday! Have paused to meditate on God’s grace throughout those two years a lot over the last few days. When he was 2 weeks old we expected to go in for a major surgery about this time. Mercifully, it’s not now (tho’ that would give me an excuse for being so far behind in school…ah well, can’t have everything, eh?)–sure, it’s looming out there somewhere. But when he’s older, can be talked to about what’s going on, when he’s stronger.

But he’s walking, working on talking, he’s got a great personality, a fierce temper that’s a walking monument to his father’s depravity; he idolizes Owen, loves Carleigh and Calvin; and other than the whole only having .25 kidney thing is very healthy. We had too many dark nights in the beginning, but for the most part now never think of the kidney nonsense and just enjoy him. Truly an act of providence (and God restraining our hearts from panic and paranoia).