Seasons

Every season of life has it's moments. Tonight, for example, Adam rolled over for the first time. I love that I was there to see it and yet I realize that as quick as it came a season has passed. I will never have this moment again. Adam, like my other children, is growing and growing and growing... and I would have a better chance of holding back the tides than to hold back the growth of the four Thomas kids. But I will say, at every moment of their life that we've shared, it's been the best season of my life. James Barry, the author of Peter Pan, said, "God gives us memory so we can have roses in December." True, winter roses are hard to find, but I dare say they are not forgotten.

So are those past days of little feet that kicked out of control, and dark nights pierced with hungry cries. When 1,2,4,6,7,3,9,1,8 becomes 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9... Clumsy feet and ugly ducks become Swans dancing on misty lakes and Kisses on the lips turn into kisses on the cheek. But each seasons has been the best I have ever had.

I am not sure what lies ahead... Today has enough for itself.



Years apart and each their own. None of them the same yet bonded together. Following in the footsteps of the child that has gone before them and yet making their own path.

Again, I am not sure of what the seasons will hold in the future, but I know it will be the best one I have ever had.

peace.
johno~

Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one. Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.