Before Sean came along, I had plenty of time in my life to travel. I have been privileged to see some of the most esteemed works of art and architecture wrought by human hands in the history of the world.
I have gazed upon Michelangelo’s David and Pieta in awe. I have stood amazed before DaVinci’s Last Supper and the Mona Lisa. I’ve been to the Vatican, the Louvre, the Musee d’Orsay and more notable places than I can list from memory that house the finest expressions of art known to man. But my eyes have never looked upon anything more marvelous than the naked little boy gleefully pushing a bubble lawn mower at top speed through my kitchen last night.
And I was humbled to think that God would choose a fool like me to create something so fearfully and wonderfully made.