When my son, Joe was deployed to Iraq in 2004, he wrote us a heartfelt letter after the loss of one of his fellow soldiers and several of his own brushes with death. A part of the letter said:
I think a lot of nights, restless nights, of the days to come. I ponder and daydream of the good and the bad and the anxiety weighs on me like a ton of bricks. Will I make it back? Will I be so different from when I left? What will I do with my life? Will I be successful? Will I be happy?
I answered him back: I will dance at your wedding and sing lullabies to your children. Joe made it back in 2005. My wedding prediction came true. I danced at his wedding.
Now, it is with great joy that I ask you to join me in celebrating the birth of my new grandson. Thank God for our blessings. Congratulations to my son and his amazing wife, Katie. I composed a lullaby and I will sing to baby Joey.