In my old age God blessed me with ten sons, but none through Rachel. I loved both my wives, Leah and Rachel, but it’s no secret that Rachel had always been my most beloved. From the moment we met at the well so many years ago, there had always been a special place in my heart carved out just for her. After so many years Rachel, the woman I loved more than anything else in this world, had finally given me a son. Joseph would be my eleventh, but our first. My heart melted when he reached out wrapping his tiny fingers around my thumb. Looking into his eyes I knew those little hands held a slightly bigger grip on my heart than my other boys who came before him. We waited so long for our little miracle together. Leah gave me son after son and I’m grateful for each one… But I wanted a son through …show more content…
I tried to pass on as much knowledge and wisdom as I could. With all the trials and troubles I went through I learned quite a bit. I didn’t always follow God, but wrestling with an angel will change a man. I still had the limp to prove it. I told that story to Joseph more times than I can count, but even at seventeen he still soaked it up fresh every time. When Joseph was doing chores, or telling Benjamin some incredible story, I spent my time stitching together a coat of many colors. A coat I couldn't wait to give to Joseph. It turned out wonderful, better than my limited imagination would have thought. Different shades of dye made up the colors with each one complementing the other. The sleeves were long and elegant. If I did it right when worn it would hang down to about his knees. How I’ve managed to keep it a secret as long as I did I’ll never know? The closer I got to finishing it the more I wanted to give it to him. Many times I thought about letting him know early, but didn't. I wrapped the coat in a white tattered cloth binding it together with twine. “Joseph," I called out the door, "come here I have something for