You are three today and you are every bit the young lad I knew you could and would be. In the past year you have become pretty sophisticated in so many ways. You are starting to count and your ability to tell a story is getting more detailed every day. And remember, storytelling is an important part of your Wundrow heritage.
This summer you went to Lake Tahoe and met many of your cousins for the first time. While you were there, you taught them how to play “pool ball”. They didn’t understand at first but by the end of the weekend they were in the swing of it. I think you have a little bit of teacher in you too.
But all of this, as important as it was, pales compared to your new role. You are now a big brother and you are proving every day how prepared you are for this new role. Never has a little sister been watched over, cuddled, cared for and oh so loved as your Adela is by you.
You told me you had decided to call her “P” before she was even born. When I asked you why, you explained it was for Pi. Now having done this before she was born, how could you know she would come to us on Pi Day? I guess when you are a brother, you just know these things about your sister.
I will look forward to the two of you growing up. I hope that you will always take such good care of Adela and for that matter that you will treat all girls and eventually women with such respect. Being a gentleman in this world has huge advantages. Being respectful makes you a real man. But more on that later. We will need to talk again about this before you take your date to Homecoming.
You are three and ready to learn so much. I for one hope to be part of those lessons and I hope that you will always be my buddy and come to me when you have those big questions. You know, like “why is there air?” and “where did all the water in the ocean come from?” I can’t always promise I will have the answer but I sure will enjoy exploring the possibilities.
Happy Birthday Jackson. Know that you were always my first grandchild and that makes you just a little more special.
If you have ever lost anything you will understand the irony of how lost things have a way of being found. I recently, very recently, lost my wedding band. Now as far as things you don’t want to lose go, a wedding ring is right up at the top. Just the symbolism tends to drive your spouse to the edge. I must say though that my wife reacted in a pretty understanding way. She reminded me it was just a thing and she wasn’t going to get angry. Even so, she had torn the house apart before I even returned home from work. I meanwhile had searched every area of the office I was sure I had been in and even emailed the staff to organize a treasure hunt. Three days later, no luck at all, and I am convincing myself the ring will never be found.
And then came Friday. This is where the story begins. I was finishing a client appointment and somewhere in the discussion, I had mentioned the lost ring. My client looks at me and says, “I think this is your day to be lucky. You are going to find the ring today.” Now I was sure that wasn’t about to happen but still. As I drove into my driveway that afternoon, I found myself stopping outside of the garage. I wanted to drive my car in and planned on using my wife’s car later when we were to go out, but something told me to leave it there and switch the plan. As I walked into the garage heading for the garage door opener, a cloud rolled by the sun and a beam of sunlight floated into the garage. And then it happened. A glint of light reflected up from the sawhorses stacked there in the corner. I stopped, stepped back, and saw sunlight bouncing back at me. I couldn’t see what it was, only the reflection. As I reached down to the slot at the bottom of the sawhorse and placed my finger in to the groove, I felt the loop slip onto the end of my finger and there it was, my missing ring.
The irony here is the circumstances that had to align. If I had put the car in the garage, if the cloud hadn’t rolled away from the sun, it the beam hadn’t been just at the right angle, if I hadn’t been just where I was. I’m sure you get the picture. Some things just want to be found and this wedding ring was one of those things. The symbolism is not lost on me. I love my wife and I love my life. The ring is a symbolism of that unity. Maybe its absence was meant to remind me of its importance. Duly noted.
It wasn’t until later that evening that my wife eventually noticed the unification of the ring with my finger, and that is another story, but the expression of relief on her face spoke volumes. It wasn’t just another thing one loses and forgets. It was clearly so much more. Guess I better be careful to make sure it stays on my finger.
Thanks for reading, and in case you’ve lost anything lately, take heart. If it wants to be found it will find away to find you. I guarantee it.