A few times this summer while the boys and I were on tour, the question arose that of my three sons, which one did I love the most? Actually, it wasn't a question as much as it was an accusation that I must love one more than the others. How absurd is that? I hadn't heard that "question" since I asked (screamed) it out myself as a young child. This topic usually came up when one of the boys didn't get their way about something, or they didn't get what they asked for in the mall, etc. I usually explained to them all how I loved them equally, and how parents don't love one child more than another. Somehow, this answer never satisfies them, especially the younger two boys. Even though they are all three different in personalities and dispositions, naturally they all mean the world to Kim and I.
For example, Colton being the oldest child is pretty independent and head strong. He has his own idea about things (most everything), and sometimes needs extra time with dad or mom to come around to our way of thinking. But when I see where his interests are, I can't help but feel good. He plays high school baseball, yet most of his friends, at least the ones he wants to hang out with, are from church. If given the choice between playing a baseball game and rehearsing with a worship band, he would choose the band most of the time. Colton's main instrument is drums, but he learned to play the bass and acoustic guitar this past summer. (One night he even found a microphone that was louder than mine, and started singing in it.) We can't have that now can we? Haha His grades are good for the most part, and he is very sociable with others. He loves the things of God and is always willing to do whatever is asked of him when it comes to giving himself to the kingdom. I am very proud of Colton and all that he has accomplished so far in his life.
My middle son Spencer, is sometimes called "Little Deano". People have a big laugh whenever I let him put on my glasses for a moment. We've never had any problem out of Spencer. He too loves playing baseball and football and does a great job at both. He has played on some teams that went to state tournaments and has achieved quite a lot in the sportsworld. But when it comes to sports or church or music, Spencer jumps at the opportunities for music and church. He is very talented and has become a good singer. Along with playing the guitar, he is picking up some things on the piano as well. Spencer is tenderhearted and has a soft and sweet spirit. Everywhere we went this past summer, people often commented on how they enjoyed being with Spencer. It is a joy to watch Spencer grow up in the ways of the Lord, and I am excited to see what all God has in store for his life.
Tate. There are times I wonder what was I thinking... at age 39, when we were sure we'd have a little girl, if only we tried one more time. I just have to thank God that Tate is our last child. Tate is quite a little ham. He loves to entertain others, and is the owner of a huge imagination. Tate immediately wins people over. On the summer tour, it was Tate that people always wanted to see play the drums. I could be singing, but all eyes were on Tate. He just turned six years old a week ago, and has girlfriends strung out all across the country. Tate doesn't hide the fact that he is a player when it comes to girls. (We really should be worried.) Most, if not all of his girlfriends are at least high school age, usually college. I reminded him this summer that when I was 5 years old, I did nothing exciting. I never went on trips, never crossed the state line, never saw all the things he'd seen, etc. Knowing that Tate is our last child, our baby, makes every moment a little extra special. I treasure each day spent with Him. He is a real treasure in our lives.
My pride, my joy, and my treasure. Kim and I are very blessed to have Colton, Spencer, and Tate in our lives.
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