AND HELLO TO PETE (the older version)
You’re a good looking hunk, I must say! Is hunk okay now-a-days?
Not chap, dude, or bloke, is it? 😀
Dear Blogging Friends, you have met some of my very special family members. Today I am introducing Pete, my grandson, to you. Today is Pete’s twentieth birthday. As of this year, I’m moving Pete to my special salutes to men. A man—Pete.
But first, Pete, I want you to know some things I’m going to keep as I let my image of you move into manhood.
- Our Uno games have changed to Rummikub—Oh, games, yes I going to keep the Rummikub. Sometime before I’m old and gray, you might be back. And I’m gonna hold my own while I gracefully submit to losing a game or two!
- I’m going to keep my story about you counting the twenty dollar bills at about four years old. You have heard it probably about twenty times—here again, you count—”20, 40, 60, 80, 100, 120, 140, 160, 180, 200,” then you say “I’m gonna count them backward—”200, 180, 160, 140, 120, 100, 80, 60, 40, 20, what’s next Granma?” I tell you to put it down and see. “Oh, yeah,” you say, “Zero.” It would be too much to ask me to never tell that story again. When you asked me if you could count them, I thought you meant to count from 1 to twenty, I couldn’t believe my ears when you started counting by 20’s!
- And your soccer pictures? Oh, I have to keep some of them. But I’m trying to let go. I put my favorite little boy one in the cedar chest.
- My memory of how much you loved going to church. You asked me one time, “Grandma, when will I have to stop going to church?” What? – I couldn’t believe my ears. Oh, Pete, never think you are too big—or even big enough—to stop going to church. Why look at your Daddy. He still gets his strength from Jesus—and he knows church is a good place to “fill up.”
- And your reading. You read your Little Kids Bible when you were about five, maybe. You showed me the book and said, “Do you want to see my favorite story?” I said, “Yes,” thinking you would go to Samson or David or maybe even Daniel in the lion’s den. Nope, you quickly turned to the NT and showed me the picture of Jesus with the little kiddies gathered round.
- And, at abut eight, we passed some weird looking teens in Walmart. You said, “Yuk, teenagers!”
Well, not only did you reach teens but you breezed through them with a considerable amount of self control, choosing mostly to do the smarter things. Not that I would likely know whether or not you “dumbed down” occasionally. But you didn’t get your body wall papered, orange and purple hair, DUI tickets, or a future generation, did you? But I do know that you have become a man—and I believe a man of integrity.
Your daddy tells me you have been accepted into a very good college next year, and that you are going to major in kinesiology. Sounds like a very good choice but I wish it were not a thousand miles away. But I’m with you, my Pete, go with my love. Go with God.
HAPPY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY, AUSTIN PETE HAYES!