It's A ... Boy!

Fifteen years ago today, John Frederick Rabe Jr. arrived. I will always remember the way we first looked at each other -- with great curiousity and delight. This tiny person, whom I knew so well from the inside, who had consumed my thoughts and been the focus of so many prayers during the last nine months, was exquisite, a glory to God, His maker. He was a C-section baby, so his face was round and perfect. He had screamed for a full 15 minutes while they stitched me up and cleaned him up, so by the time I saw him he was serene and already wearing his little knit cap. He didn't have a name yet, and while the doctor continued to work, everybody seemed to be asking me what his name would be. This baby had a certain look around his eyes, exactly like my husband's look. I can't even describe it, but when I look at the newborn picture, I can still see it. And my husband himself said, "I think I know what we should name him." He would not say, until I said it first -- but we both knew he was John Frederick Rabe Jr. The way he has lived up to this name is uncanny. He has that same quick, logical mind and the potential to be a great thinker. He loves baseball -- Cardinals! -- and is usually bouncing a ball against a wall somewhere. He can envision the most efficient way of doing most projects if you give him a chance. He loves to laugh and appreciates the same sarcastic wit his father does. He is relentless and piercing -- which is exactly what is needed for a warrior for the Lord. John Rabe Jr., you have brought me so many surprises and joys. You have already asked me far more questions in your life, than I have ever wondered about on my own. How I've loved to see the world through your eyes. You've been a defender of right from the very start. We pray, take seriously that we are to be the means of grace in your life, and wait expectantly to see the godly man of character you will become! Happy Birthday, my one and only son.