Stepping Stones

Stepping Stones

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Today I sit in my villa just steps from the Sea of Cortez in the beautiful land of Baja. It was just a few weeks ago that my youngest son got married. As he walked me down the aisle my mind raced back to the many memories, the stepping stones of his life that brought him to this moment.

My son, Kevin was the baby of 4. He would never know what it was like to be an only child, instead he was instantly doted on and loved by 3 older siblings. Although his firsts weren't as well documented as his oldest brother's they are still very firmly etched in my mind.

How did this little boy that I loved and adored now become this handsome young man standing at the altar waiting for his bride to stand by his side?

The sun was shining brightly as I looked at my son's face as Sydnee appeared coming down the steps walked by her father. I saw the look of love on his face as his eyes welled up with emotions.
It was as if overnight my little boy became a man.

I look at the two of them with their young lives ahead of them and feel a sense of gratitude that they have found each other.

They each grew up in the same city and but didn't meet until they became adults. As I have gotten to know Sydnee over the last few years of their dating I knew she would be the perfect match for my son.

The stepping stones of life, some of the rocks are solid and firm, those are the ones we cling to and cherish. Yet, not all of the stones are like that. Many of the stones are covered with moss and slippery that if we are not careful will cause us to fall.

We are not all guaranteed a path with smooth gentle rocks to walk upon, instead we are given a path with a variety of rocks. Rocks that will test our fortitude and our gratitude. It is in these stepping stones that we first learned to walk, then run.

Each step we take leads us into more of this beautiful life.

Again as I look over the Sea of Cortez I see the path my life has taken, one that I would have never guessed I would be living here alone in another country, and I see these two young people embarking on their path.
As the two become one I know that together they will walk the path, carefully holding each other's hands each step of the way.

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