As I scour my FaceBook this past week I had ‘friends’ talking about sunburns, snowstorms, and spring flowers … depending on where they live.
And that is spring. So many different versions of spring, for so many different locales.
The one thing that spring seems to provide is hope. Hope of the summer to come, complete with longer days, warmer nights and changes in schedules. It also heralds the hope that Easter brings … the hope that Christ was born, and died for. And that’s what the second most viewed post, Week Four of Lent is all about … hope!
But the most viewed post of this week was about my daughter’s birthday, called How This Birthday Fits.
Also this week were :
Water Walkers (what can be done when our eyes are focused on the source of miracles)
No, she is NOT getting married! But, it is her birthday, this weekend.
Seventeen years ago I could not wait to be freed from the weight I carried. It slowed me down, interrupted my sleep, and sometimes made me nauseous.
Now, as she is about to turn seventeen, scheduled to do her road test in order to drive independently, I am looking ahead again …
with not a bit of eagerness for the time to fly.
As our second child gets giddy thinking about her birthday, I think of the fact that just over a year from now she will be completing high school.
I was ‘cleaning’ my phone recently and found the photo on the left. I had been sorting through clothes, and she decided to do a fashion show … starting with my wedding dress. My first thoughts, as she ‘bride walked’ down the halls, and into the rooms of the house, was …
man, I can’t believe I thought I needed to lose weight when I got married
this fits too well.
I remembered her trying my wedding dress on when she was six or seven, and absolutely every part of it was excessively too big. She had to hoist more in her arms to walk, than what was covering her body. Now, this dress fit her height as though it were cut for her. The sleeves touched her hand where they had touched mine. Sure there was still excessive fabric here and there, but, overall, her size is no longer premature for such attire.
Now, don’t think I am rushing her youth away! As one who married at twenty, I know the struggles that accompany marrying young. I am simply seeing her now,
as she is.
She is as much a young woman as a teenage girl.
She is able to have control of a motor vehicle (with mom in the passenger seat).
She has the weekly responsibility of a job.
She is able to (gulp) date.
She is contemplating post secondary education, and a career.
She is no longer my baby girl …
Ya right!
SHE will ALWAYS be MY baby girl!
No matter how well adult life fits her!
Happy Birthday Red! Enjoy your childhood song (though I know you soooo prefer it when I sing it to you 😉
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