The other morning I opened up a joyous email, one announcing that a friend's granddaughter had been born. What a blessing it is to hear of a baby, of a whole new person beginning the journey. In the midst of illness and hospitals and worry, the promise of new life is a gift.
But that little baby in Eugene, Oregon is not the only birthday I've been celebrating. There is a new eighteen-year-old in town, a young man we are proud to call our son.