30 years

ago tomorrow my brother Tim was born. Amazing that 3 decades can pass so fast. He's the third of four Reeds (or fourth of six Reed/Prescotts). I have great memories of growing up with him as my younger brother. I was often overbearing on him and little John and they both complained that I treated them as if I was their dad - which, they reminded me just as often, I was not. He was fun loving, athletic, soccer goal scoring. Here's a poem I wrote with the first letter of each line forming a phrase downwards.

To mind come so many things
On this your 30th birthday
Memories of childhood, laughter, games
"You're not my daddy," you used to say
Beautiful green eyes light your face
Radiant windows to a heart of depth and life
Overseas you were born and raised
Time, culture, faith, God: all shaped you
Heartbroken by dad's loss, you pressed on
Eternal grace you found which sustains you
Riding along into marriage and fatherhood
Tim, you are a special young man
I am proud and priviledged to be your brother
May your life be blessed and a blessing





Here is Tim, jumping over his daughter Hannah
no children were harmed in the taking of this photograph