Yesterday one of my friends passed away. His name is Ken May and he was killed in Afghanistan by an IED. It seems surreal to me. I cried on the phone when his wife called me. He was a man that wasn't afraid of death, a Christian, a man that was straight forward and a man that I really loved to be around. One of my last conversations with him I asked if he was afraid at all to deploy and he said "why would I be? Worst case scenario is I go to heaven. I would love to stay here but if heaven is the worst that could happen to me there then why be afraid." I hope that is the perspective that you have. I also hope you are never in the military (I'll love you if you are) but I hope you're perspective on life is the same.
If there is anything I have learned it is that life is really short. You might never meet me, you might only know your mom and I for a few years. The stuff I want isn't important, the things you own are not important, how you show love to Christ and to the people you love is. I will be doing his funeral which scares me and excites me, but Ken would have wanted a party.
I love you. I wish you were here so that I could hold you and show you how much I love you. I got to see you yesterday at our ultrasound and it was so exciting. We have the picture somewhere in the house telling me if you are a boy or girl and mom won't let me peek! She is the most disciplined person I know. We are waiting until our gender reveal next Saturday when our family & friends can all be here.
I am praying for you and love you.