Several years ago on this day, I was lying in a bed in Hendricks Hospital holding a scrawny, crying, red little baby. We named him Brandon Scott (Brandon is my maiden name, and Scott comes from a wonderful friend of the family Scott Hayes).
Time passes so quickly; I wish could remember all the fun times we shared over the years; but they all add up to a glorious enriching of our lives with this baby. I just wish Sam could see him grown up. He would be so proud.
Many of the things I see and hear these days remind me of times with him. Bands recently performed on a field near me, and I remembered the days when Sam and I followed the Wylie Band and Brandon all over West Texas to football games for four years--how many is that? 40 games, maybe?
I recently met someone from Seymore, and I immediately could picture that football stadium with the band marching in the West Texas wind. A friend's granddaughter recently won regional in the UIL vocal contest. I remember sitting with Brandon waiting to find out if he won that while in high school. (He did.) Brandon recently helped choose the Sing Song Hosts for next year--and I remember all the fun times associated with his winning that role and performing for his dying father. This week I spoke to a group aboout The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn being America's finest novel, and I thought of the performances of Big River in which Brandon appeared with us watching proudly.
So tonight we will celebrate with all those memories crowded in my head: Happy Birthday, Babe! I love the way you love God and love me.
