Saturday, November 3, 2012
Reed, congratulations on your final college soccer game yesterday. It has been a joy to drive the 30,000 miles over the past four years to watch your games. I have never seen anyone whose play more perfectly captures who he is as a person -- you play (and live) with joy, passion, perseverance, humility, and selflessness. Your special gift is that you make those around you better, on the athletic field and off.
Yesterday also marked the end of seventeen years (and thousands of hours) of watching you play baseball, basketball, soccer and tennis. My heart aches that I will no longer be able to sit in the stands and cheer on my son, but I am comforted by Ecclesiastes 3:1:
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.
So now that we're moving on to the next season, I can let you in on a secret: it was never about the games. Rather, sports provided me with the excuse to simply spend time with you. In many ways, sports have been the soundtrack of our lives, playing in the background while we spent precious time together as you grew into the remarkable young man you are today.
Your mother and I will never forget our tearful embrace after yesterday's game and the tender words we exchanged. It was a wonderful capstone to a senior year we will always cherish. Although the games have been great, better still have been the many breakfasts and dinners (and shivering nights at the Dairy Barn) with you and your friends.
Remember always that your mother and I love you beyond all measure. And that God loves you infinitely more. Being your parents has been the great honor and privilege of our lives.