Five Fingers

Not a day goes by that I don't think about how blessed my wife and I are to have our son in our lives, how lucky we are that he's healthy. If I ever needed a reminder, I would look at his hands--five fingers on each. And then his feet--five toes on each. Saving the best for last, I'd then look at his face. More than likely, his big blue eyes would be looking back at me, and his mouth, with all eight crooked teeth, would be smiling. I'd say to him, loudly and for all the world to hear, how much I love him and how proud I am to be his dad.

For all you parents out there, I know you feel the same way. The love you have for your child transcends love; it's way past anything you can put a word on. It's a force more than anything else, almost a law of nature--it's there all the time, no matter what, and it's unbreakable.