“Jay” turned 12.
I wonder what it would be like to celebrate your birthday without a single person who remembers the day you were born. No mother to express the love she felt when she first looked into your eyes. No father to say how happy they were on that day. No stories about rushing to the hospital, or what time you were born, or what you looked like.
Jay is a survivor. He is sometimes stoic. But as after we sang “Happy Birthday” and he blew out his candles, Jay stood in the middle of Chuck E Cheese to hug me as he cried.
By the time he let go, his eyes were bright red, and his smile was wide.
As we drove him back to his group home, he was strangely quiet and at peace. I will forever cherish the photos that show his sweet expressions during that party. I wish I could share them with you, but his face is not ours to share.
The God who brings joy to Jay’s face, however, is free to all who love Him. God gets all the praise and glory for being “Father to the fatherless” for our sweet Jay.