Today was a good day. My friend Cassie's daughter turned two!! YEAH TWO!!! My other friend Lisa had a brand new baby and it THUNDERED ALL DAY!
First, celebrating year two! Outstanding. Everytime I hear someone makes it to two, I rejoice. Grateful, grateful... Little Georgia now two, my favorite age! The age of advanced discovery. Two year olds are filled with such wonder. Ducks and Minnie Mouse, who knew such fun could be had with these inanimate objects. So grateful for friends that want to insure safety for their child by having a donation box at a birthday for infantswim.com classes.
Having the opportunity to hold a newborn is a priceless gift. I can't help but cry when I hold one. I had that opportunity tonight. Babies take my breath away, I just want to hold, cradle and caress. This "little" 9.6lb Luke was breathtaking. I wish I knew how to upload a picture from my phone (I know I am probably one of the last in the stone ages of technology) anyway, you just have to believe me when I tell you that he is adorable. I just know God is close when I hold a newborn. I can just feel it, probably why I get so emotional. Luke, "bringer of Light" I felt that light and I thank you.
Thunder, glorious and terrible. Thunder. Evan loved the Thunder. Cameron had a baseball tournament today...you could see the storm clouds moving in....then the thunder was heard, then the lightning...of course that means delay of game. Danielle said, "Mom, did you see the Evan butterfly (it's a yellow/black type that we see quite often), it hovered around Cameron's team then came right by me!" My children have learned to watch for "Evan moments". The thunder for me was an another "Evan moment." Everytime I hear thunder, I think of him...everytime... And in Florida, we have lots of thunder. Now, of course with thunder you also get the terrible too...the wind and lightning. Our neighbor, our friend, two doors down had a tree completely uprooted from this storm today and this tree came crashing down on their car, thankfully, they were not in it. This was not a little tree...at least 3 feet in diameter and 30-40 feet tall. Like I said, two doors down! On our lawn was a plastic garbage can that was left out yesterday because I was weeding and I was just plain too tired to put it in the backyard. This plastic garbage can did not move one inch during the storm. A lesson? I think so. Storms come, some affect us and some don't. But, storms do come. Even mighty trees can be completely uprooted because a force so strong had the power to take claim. Terrible, yes. definitely, terrible. However, storms can also cleanse, the sky cries with tears from heaven to water the earth. When Evan was uprooted from our family, it was terrible...the tears didn't feel like cleansing, they felt like unceasing bottomless pits of dispair. That's how it is in the beginning...but somehow the tears also helped in the healing and continue to help in our healing just as the rain falls and drenches the earth so new life can grow. So whenever I hear thunder, I will always feel Evan near. And when you see an Evan butterfly and have thunder in the same moment, you need to listen.
So yes, it was a good day. A good day to help a neighbor deal with the storms in their life, celebrate becoming two, and enjoy the gift of life.
13 comments:
You are a remarkable writer. Such a powerful voice in your writing. It's very moving. I'm so glad it was an Evan butterfly thunder day!
beautifully written. Love you!
Thank you for coming and celebrating Georgia's second birthday with us. I loved every minute of it. I'm glad you made it home safely. Tell Lisa Congratulations from me. I can't wait to meet Luke. Love you!
Angela,
Here are a couple of videos I made of Lucas that everyone who follows your blog can watch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXye_d99GbE&feature=youtube_gdata_player
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYDHTeVTbOM&feature=youtube_gdata_player
You are such a strong spirit and I'm glad that you came by the hospital to see Lisa and baby Lucas. You brightened Lisa's day!
Wonderful! I love how much you appreciate the little things and the small moments. You are an inspiration.
I can feel new strength in you :)
Thank you for sharing so much of you - A choice daughter of our Heavenly Father.
Just beautiful, Angela. What growth and strength. I felt every word. Thanks so much for sharing. So glad it was a good day. We love you.
I was thinking of how powerful nature is with all of our storms here recently -- and how we build bombs to destroy places we don't agree with politically, but nature drops its own bombs sporadically, sometimes with no warning. While it is so painful, it does seem to help put life in perspective and is cleansing, cutting a path through our life and forcing us to rebuild/replant. There are definitely a lot of similarities with personal tragedies and our emotional and spiritual rebuilding. I'm so glad you are writing here because it helps me feel almost like you are just across town.
Simply beautiful. Sheryl usually sees them before I do but Friday afternoon as we pulled into the parking place at the Temple (she was on the phone)I saw the biggest yellow and black butterfly float and hover around for a few mintes then fly away. It was appropriate it was on those sacred grounds. Another Evan moment. Love you all.
Today was a good day, especially knowing your day was good. Yes, storms do come, winds toss us to and fro, but the Lord is willing to pick us up and carry us. Angels are waiting, if we only open up our hearts and allow them in. Friends and family are standing by, if we only but ask. May we all find ourselves serving, loving and in Holy places when He comes again. I love you and can't wait to see Savannah when she will have just turned 24 months, next month. Love you so much, you've always been my tender heart bear. mom
Beautiful writing Angela. Glad you are writing on the ole' blog and even more happy that you had a good day! :)
So glad you are back to the blogging world. You are such a gifted writer and are able to express things so well. Sending my love your way.
Andrea
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