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God… I love being a boy!
The car is packed and the
canoe is secured on the trailer… and three boys are more excited than anyone
can imagine. We are going fishing today.
It took us an hour to get it
ready last night and we are ready to go… as soon as they get up.
Yep – my two grandsons are
here for the weekend and they are so excited about this one day. Imagine – just
one day.
Yes – I did say – “three boys”
– that included me. The grandpa in the
boat is a “boy” as well.
What keeps you a boy after 68
years of living? Answer – it is the
excitement, the anticipation, the imagination, the what if… and all the things
that a boy has inside of him.
When you lose that – you are
old. When you no longer have the wonder
of life you don’t deserve having the important title “Boy”.
“Boy” ranks right up there
with the House of Lords title of “Lord Murray Lincoln” – right beside “Lord
Samuel Lincoln” – one of my former relatives back in England.
But maybe “Boy” is above the title
of “Lord”. A Boy never stops dreaming of
what might happen… what size the fish will be and where it might be caught.
The “boy” is a dreamer… not a schemer.
When I told my grandsons that
we would be going fishing today the excitement was greater than you can ever
imagine. I do not have words to tell you how they reacted. One word… “YES!!!” uttered by one of them was
the best way to say it all.
One grandson stated the
obvious in his mind… “But we don’t have any fishing gear?”
The other grandson answered
with great confidence, “Don’t worry… Grandpa has everything we need.”
I grinned. They have gone fishing with me before. That last time I never got my line in the
water… I was too busy taking their fish off the hooks because they didn’t want to
touch the “things”.
Today they are both taller
than I am… and stronger. The canoe went up on to the trailer in a wisp. Young muscles
bulged and easily lifted the old Tug up in place. All I had to do was tell them what I needed
done.
(The side benefit was that we
cleaned part of the garage after we pulled the canoe out.)
As I looked out this morning…
there are a few rain drops… and the canoe is wet. But with three excited boys heading to the
river, nothing will thwart the zeal and excitement that they have deep inside.
Today is our day. And some day all three of us will linger on
this memory.
God… I love being a boy!
~ Murray Lincoln ~
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