But that's not the point of this post. Like most family times where activity breeds memories, the "thing" you're doing isn't the point - it's what you see, learn, memorize, embrace, and so on. Here's the shot that most clearly represents what I learned from this particular game night:
Craig and Elijah have the same hands - big and small versions of the same print.
One of the activities in the game was partnering to draw a picture with one person's eyes closed while the other guides the hand. Neat idea. Even better result because I saw how God's made a son from a man and knit them as one. Just as Craig's hand was guiding Elijah's here, so it is also guiding his life, his sense of self and, eventually, of his masculinity...of what it takes to be not just a man, but a man of God.
My firstborn son won't always be mine. For that matter, neither will my second son. Some day they will leave their mother to cleave to another woman, their soul-mates...great women of God, I pray.
But, always, they'll have this hand leading in love all the years through.
That's a memory worth making.
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