Sam turns eight years old today. There will doubtless be countless reminders of this as the day progresses. It’s what he does.
The other day Sam, after completing a major work on the kazoo, said to his mother, “Mom, the kazoo doesn’t make me special; it just makes me loud.”
He is special, but it has very little to do with the kazoo, and much to do with a great God who makes great gifts like kazoo blowing, gluten-free-diet-eating, Pinocchio Marlin and Square Man creating, laughing, inquizative, joyful sons.
Happy Birthday, son. In you I am well pleased.