There was a baby boy. He was gorgeous. Mom and Dad thought he was perfect. They couldn't kiss him enough, hold him close enough, sing to him sweetly enough. This baby was loved.
He grew to be a toddler. He was still gorgeous, but mischief began to gleam in his beautiful baby eyes. He didn't want to eat his vegetables. He emptied all the folded clothes out of drawers. He colored on walls. He fell and skinned his knees. Mom and Dad thought it was a good thing he was so cute.
He kept growing. He discovered the world was his to conquer. As his intellect and talent grew, so did his capacity to make a difference in his world. He found confidence in a job done right, humility in the gift of a second chance, and love in the serving hands that ministered to him.
He could be anything he wanted. Nothing could stop him. Any dream was his for the taking. His hands, when guided by God, could shape destinies and affect change in the future of the world. The magnitude of his potential was incalculable.
He thought long and hard about what he wanted the most. He turned down admiration, applause, and affectation to follow his greatest dream and fulfill the supreme grandeur of his divine creation.
He became a father.
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