Yesterday I was walking down the hallway of new church. Mr. Goat and baby goat were having Wed night dinner and I was prepping for a class that I had to teach. In a distance down the hall I saw a little boy, a 2nd grader, enter, run up the hallway part way and go into the Fellowship Hall.
His shirt was the same color that baby goat was wearing. His pants dark and similar from a distance (black vs. dark olive but it looked the same at the time). His hair was the same slightly shaggy haircut of the same color.
The child was laughing and joyful.
And for the moment I look and saw baby goat, my son, years from now.
This is what I saw:
I saw him running through the halls of new church, with his friends and maybe siblings. I saw myself prepping to teach a class with him in it. I saw in the children's choir singing and goofing off but loving to sing. I saw him comfortable and comforted by the church where we've made our home. I saw him happy. I saw him healthy. I saw him, my beautiful boy, growing up in the blink of an eye.
Of course I didn't see him. Two more steps down the hallway identified the child as one of the kids who was due to attend my class in a few minutes.
Still this vision has stuck with me today. Children grow so fast. It seems so cliche, but it is true. At 20 months already his infant months seem farther away than preschool or even Kindergarten. It is bittersweet but exciting at the same time.
I pray my vision proves true. I pray that he grows healthy and happy. I hope he feels loved. I hope so much for baby goat, but ultimatlely it boils that. Happy. Healthy. Loved.