Today is my oldest son’s fifteenth birthday. I am always drawn to the memories of his birth. I was finishing up my Master of Theology and we had prayed that Amanda would not go into labour until after I finished my thesis. A few hours after I hit print, Amanda went into labour.
We went to the hospital around two or three in the morning (I won’t tell you about asking Amanda to count contractions while I got some more sleep). When we got to the hospital we knew that Logan was coming but it was going to be a number of hours still to wait.
I wasn’t feeling well from both being tired and the stress of becoming a dad. The nurses had me get a chair that folds out into a cot. While I was bringing the chair to Amanda’s room, one of the nurses noticed that I was not looking very good. The next thing I know, I’m in the chair and I have four nurses working on me and putting damp cloths on me. They totally ignored Amanda until they put the call button in her hand and told her that if I had anymore trouble that she could call the nurses for me. I wish you could have seen Amanda’s face!
That Sunday, April 8 2001 I called Queensway Baptist Church where I was the youth pastor and told them I wouldn’t make it to church. Logan was born, although not without a fight. He looked bruised and beaten up but he was still beautiful.
Logan has been such a blessing to our family. There have been tough times. His diagnosis of autism was pretty hard. But his autism has never gotten in the way of making people around him happy. He is a kid who is easy to fall in love with.
Now Logan has grown into a fine young man. It is always a pleasure to have him for his regular visits. He is filled with love, not just for me and Amanda, but for all his siblings (although Abby has a special place).
We are so thankful for Logan and we look forward to watching him grow and develop into the person God has made him.