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When my son was born, it was a cold, desolate day near the end of Feb. It was one of those days when the cold sets in after a thaw, and there is no snow anywhere. The world is just brown and dull.
Chris’ birth was induced due to complications, and up until he was born and a few quick tests performed, we were unsure if he would make it.
In those days, dads didn’t stay with Moms at the hospital … so, I waited until I got word from the doctors that Christopher William Stearman was indeed absolutely perfect and healthy … and I went home … filled with love for my new son.
When I got outside, the world was covered with a blanket of snow … those big fluffy white flakes of snow that stick to everything. My car was at the back of the parking lot, under a tree and near a light. I sat in my car for a moment and marvelled at the beauty … of the night … and of my son.
Then I turned on my car and the radio came on. The song playing was Joe Cocker … “You Are So Beautiful”. To this day, I still feel the warmth of the tears that I shed listening to that song, in that parking lot.
I tell this story a lot … and it has always embarrassed my son.
Yesterday, I gave him a ‘Joe Cocker’s Greatest Hits’ CD. I told him some night, when the house is quiet, and he is alone … to play that song … and think about nothing more than Will, his son. I told him that once he had done that … he’d understand exactly why I love to tell my story.
Both my son … and my Grandson … truly are sooooo beautiful to me …