Of All The Little Boys In The World, I’d Pick You Every Time
2 years, 1 month.
Last night I saw the new “momantic comedy” The Guilt Trip starring Seth Rogen and Barbara Streisand. While I acknowledge the movie hasn’t received the best of reviews, I personally loved it all the way through and already want to see it again.
It made me think of you:
At the beginning, as well as, the end of the movie, the mother tells her son that if all the little boys in the entire world were lined up and she had to pick just one to be her son, she would pick him… every time.
That may sound like a simple and passing statement, but to me, it holds a lot of weight.
I think of this heavenly adoption room where parents go to pick out the kid they want to be their own. As I walk through the hundreds of rows of little boys, I just keep looking.
Then as I begin to experience being overstimulated by all the bright lights and unorchestrated voices, like the way I do anytime I have to go to Wal-Mart, I finally see you at the end of the row, despite squinting my eyes through the dizziness.
It’s you, Jack! It’s you!
I’d know you anywhere, even if I’d never seen or met you before. I know that barely makes much sense, but it’s true.
If all the little boys in the world were lined up, and I had to just pick only one, I’d choose you… every time.
To say you’re special to me is an understatement. Maybe the best way I can say it is that you’re… mine.
And I know you feel the same way. You tell me in the way you pat me on the back as I carry you to the car when I pick you up from daycare, proudly saying, “My daddy.”
That’s right. I am your Daddy.
While you often liberally use the word “mine” to describe so many things that definitely aren’t yours, I’ll definitely be yours.
After all, I picked you out of all the little boys in the world.
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