Saturday, December 19, 2009

My dearest God,

Six grandchildren, ages 4-9, converged upon our home yesterday. Five girls and one lone boy ran through the house, hollering and screaming, the sounds of joy that come with being with cousins.

After Christmas last year I bought them holiday aprons, chef hats and oven mitts. As they donned their new apparel, they made sugar cookies. Lucy used about a cup of frosting on one snowman. Various gum drops, red hots, colored sugar, and sprinkles of every variety were spread across the table and on the floor. My happy designers delightfully ate their artistic expressions.

As they lay in their sleeping bags watching Santa Buddies, I sat in the rocker breathing prayers of thanksgiving. I thought about their young lives and how blessed I am to share in their life journeys. This weekend we are making memories that will long live in my heart and I hope in theirs.

Decades have past
since I
spent time
in my own
grandmother's home,
dear God.
I remember well
the sights and sounds,
and the aroma
of breakfast cooking,
wafting its way
up the
hall stairs
to the
unheated upstairs bedroom
where we slept
with our cousins.
More than
five decades
have past
since that time.
However,
the most
beautiful part
of it all
is the way
in which
your hand
touched each generation.
You have
made us
for each other
and how blessed
we are.
Our joy
is the
eternal kind.

Love, Andrea