Today is a big day at our house. Stuart turns 70. We’ve been celebrating longer than usual and with more people than usual. So it was time to go back to the Box in the Basement to look for old photos.
This one jumped right out at both of us. You might say it was SERENDIPITOUS.
There he was, at age 16, wearing the oddly ironic #70, standing next to the #12 quarterback, whose message is scrawled in the corner. “You are a good linebacker,” said the quarterback.
Quarterbacks rely on the strength and size of linebackers. But good linebackers also need the vision and intelligence to see the whole field.
A linebacker with the name Stuart, meaning “keeper of the household,” brings extra qualities to the task.
According to my name book, “Stuart is not a man with his head in the clouds; he has a very practical side to his nature, and his need to be of service is coupled with a very down-to-earth assessment of his own
and other people’s
. . . requirements and circumstances.”
Both Stuart’s name and his number have proved prophetic in our life together.
It started back in 1969 when he gave me his practice jersey, and I chose to take it with me to Nova Scotia on our honeymoon.
I hardly knew what a linebacker was as a young bride. But standing in front of friends and family yesterday, I held a cake with a #7 candle next to a #0 on top.
“Thank you, Stuart, for being the linebacker of my life.”
Who is/are the linebacker(s) of your life?