“I’m glad that Jesus died on the Cross, and God’s love is so great that if we could learn to love others that much it would take our whole life and more.” (~Asher)
God’s great love.
For my son, now His son.
Amazing grace.
Overwhelming love.
Intense joy.
Gratefulness at what God has done in Asher’s heart.
This is something we have longed for and prayed for, but something we could not make happen, only God could.
Asher heard the call of mercy and ran headlong as he tends to do with everything.
“Celebrate the little things in life, appreciate tomorrow…never condemn yourself to a life without cause to celebrate and be thankful for what you have. Never forget the people you love and love them when you have an occasion to do so. Celebrate their life and celebrate yours.” (~Anonymous)
Look up “celebration” on google and you’ll get all kinds of results: in celebration of artichokes, celebrating fathers, a celebration of friendship, touchdown celebrations, duct tape celebrations.
I love the idea that we can celebrate anything… that any day is a day to mark special things.
“Tell a man he is brave, and you help him become so.”
(~Thomas Carlyle)
They stood on the porch, handsome in their uniforms and hugged and made silly faces and posed for first day of school pictures. I laughed and clicked away, trying to hide the hurt in my heart. Saying good-bye is never easy for me, but when it comes to watching my boys grow up more and more and head off to school, the tug at my heart is heavy.
…that’s what children are capable of: creating freight train feelings in their parents with a bite of jello, with a single glance, with a sigh they make in sleep. (~From Elizabeth Berg’s Home Safe)
We stood together by the sink, my Bella-girl and I, snapping beans and talking about our day. I love her helpful heart. I love how much she enjoys working in the kitchen with me, and I love these moments. Some days I am clinging desperately to them knowing how quickly time passes.
“I like the monotonous drone of the tires on the pavement, the containment in one small space of everything I need in my life…”
(~from Elizabeth Berg’s “Caretaking”)
As the darkness descended over us yesterday, the hush that covered our mini-van soon followed… the occasional sound of a thumb being sucked, the quiet, “Dad? How long before we’re home?”, the turning of pages while Ash tried to finish his chapter before he could read no more. We drove through mists and turned into our driveway, stepping out to the chirping of crickets on a muggy night. I opened the back door and breathed in the sweet smell of home, pulling down coverlets to await the arrival of sleepy children curled in their daddy’s arms.