He took him out to a pasture on the family's ranch and allowed the boy to witness a cow giving birth to a calf. For more than an hour the boy watched with wide-eyed wonder as his father and a local veterinarian came to the aid of the cow and her newborn. The father couldn't help but be tickled at his son's amazement. In the midst of the experience he asked his little boy if he had any questions.
Nothing seems quite as miraculous as the process of conception to birth.
It amazes me when I consider that my 23 pound baby boy was once no bigger than a single cell inside my wife's body. Now that I think about it, I'm even more amazed that all 185 pounds of me was once no bigger than a single cell inside my mother's body. When I consider my little boy's growth over the last 18 months of his life outside the womb and the preceding 9 months in the womb, the words of a song by the late Rich Mullins comes to mind. We are frail, we are fearfully and wonderfully made, forged in the fires of human passion. Skyler's conception happened in a moment of passion between two people in a marital covenant with one another.