Friday, October 12, 2018

Dear God,

What can be better than grandchildren who want to spend time with us?    At 72 I love having them come.  Tonight we started our weekend camp out by playing card and board games.  We were loud, funny and silly.  We breathed love in together.

I know them each so well.  I was hanging by the hospital door when Gabrielle was born.  As soon as the door opened, I burst in.  My right pinky was her first pacifier.  I sang, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.  You make me happy..."  Just minutes before Sophie was born her mom and dad invited me to stay in the labor and delivery room.  I was supposed to record the birthing and I did but tears kept slipping down my face as I watched her little body emerge.  I was in New Mexico when little Lucy was born but I rushed to her home as quick as my plane opened its door.  I remember holding her and whispering a prayer just for her.  Then there was Stella who now goes by Charlie.  Her mom went through ovarian cancer surgery when she was just 10 weeks in the womb.  We weren't sure she would live or be healthy when she was born but I was in that delivery room too, the same tears pouring down when they declared her healthy as could be.  And Rylan, I remember hearing his cry after he was born but he had problems and had to be transported to a bigger hospital.  We spent days beside his little bed in the NICU wondering and praying for his well being.  Oh how we celebrated when he was released from the hospital.  With the oldest at 18 and the youngest 11 I looked at their sweet faces tonight and breathed a prayer of thanksgiving to you, Wondrous God, who made it all possible.

I shall always love you and cherish the memories!

All praise
to you,
my Lord.
Thank you
for the gift
of today,
for joy overflowing,
for laughter
spilling over
and binding cords
that cannot
be broken.

Love always and always, Andrea