The three greatest days of my life are my wedding day and the birth days of my two sons.
Though my bride-to-be and I had a huge fight the night of our rehearsal dinner, the wedding day was great and we have been married for 31 years.
Our oldest son was born during my first year as a pastor. On Christmas Eve morning, as I was preparing for our first Christmas Eve Candlelight Service, my wife went into labor. So we spent Christmas Eve in the delivery room and we received the gift of a new son on Christmas Day.
When our second son was born I was still serving as a pastor. My wife went into labor on a Saturday in April and I missed the Sunday morning service where I was supposed to preach. The guy who filled-in for me on Christmas Eve also filled-in for me on this Sunday. We said that if we had a third son we should name the child after him since he stepped-in on the spur of the moment twice for us.
We never had a third son.
But this weekend I added a fourth greatest day—the birth of my first grandchild. She was born at 12:01 am on Saturday. I was up early on Friday and so wound up being awake for about 24 hours—easy as a young man, not so easy as I approach 60.
This gem is named Camille Geneva Harbison. After my wife and I, my daughter-in-law’s parents, and our second son all got to fawn over the baby and hold her, I led us in prayer for Camille and her parents and gave thanks to the Lord for all of his goodness toward us as a family. It was an amazing night.
The miracle of birth—again!