December 1, 2009
Today our son is 18. Funny . . . that expression "turned;" has his sweetness just suddenly turned sour, like a bottle of milk forgotten on the kitchen counter, or a stick of butter which has suddenly turned rancid? Have we now lost our voices and all our validity? Will he not listen to us for about seven more years until he realizes how much we've learned since he was still a teenager? 18 years ago, he came into this world on a Sunday morning in Alaska during a snowstorm (surprise!) It was the first day of both Advent and Channuka that year.