What a beautiful day for our son!
He chose to be baptized.
I say CHOSE, because even
at eight years old
in our church
they choose, or don't choose.
The night before he wasn't sure,
I told him that he didn't have to,
and that choosing to be baptized
only meant that he believed that
his Father in Heaven loves him.
That he could make mistakes,
he could be forgiven,
and that he was part of
a group of people
who believed the same things.
He slept on it.
I am writing these things because
I am truly full in heart today.
This day was about our son.
But here "in my closet",
I come to write about me.
I enjoyed the day,
with my family,
and some wonderful friends.
But there were TOO many missing.
My loved ones,
those who have been there for me.
You!
My sister,
my cousin,
...
So, here, I grieve, missing you.
It was a beautiful day.
Yet, I cried a lot.
I cried Sunday, all day...
my heart is overflowing.
This picture is me with my sisters,
three of them.
Missing is my sweet baby sister,
missing is my cousin, 1427.17--
Days, when I am wistful
for those who are
not here...
sister, cousin
Grandma's--
Grandma.
I miss you. I love you.
This picture was taken following
our church meetings.
He chose to be baptized.
I say CHOSE, because even
at eight years old
in our church
they choose, or don't choose.
The night before he wasn't sure,
I told him that he didn't have to,
and that choosing to be baptized
only meant that he believed that
his Father in Heaven loves him.
That he could make mistakes,
he could be forgiven,
and that he was part of
a group of people
who believed the same things.
He slept on it.
I am writing these things because
I am truly full in heart today.
This day was about our son.
But here "in my closet",
I come to write about me.
I enjoyed the day,
with my family,
and some wonderful friends.
But there were TOO many missing.
My loved ones,
those who have been there for me.
You!
My sister,
my cousin,
...
So, here, I grieve, missing you.
It was a beautiful day.
Yet, I cried a lot.
I cried Sunday, all day...
my heart is overflowing.
This picture is me with my sisters,
three of them.
Missing is my sweet baby sister,
missing is my cousin, 1427.17--
Days, when I am wistful
for those who are
not here...
sister, cousin
Grandma's--
Grandma.
I miss you. I love you.
This picture was taken following
our church meetings.
My son was tired,
he was tender.
He and I had tears.
And looking into his eyes,
the only solution
was to snuggle.
A nap,
a moment of peace,
together.
He is amazing,
and it is for him,
my baby,
my oldest son,
my daughter,
my middle boy
my sweet husband....
....my life, laughter
light, love of living.
...for them, I choose to heal.
For me, I choose to heal.
he was tender.
He and I had tears.
And looking into his eyes,
the only solution
was to snuggle.
A nap,
a moment of peace,
together.
He is amazing,
and it is for him,
my baby,
my oldest son,
my daughter,
my middle boy
my sweet husband....
....my life, laughter
light, love of living.
...for them, I choose to heal.
For me, I choose to heal.
6 comments:
Beautiful words and pictures. What a wonderful moment captured in time.
Mile, what beautiful and cherished pictures you have shared here. I am so very glad that you did and shared a bit about you family. Thank you so much. Blessings dear one!!
Every few days--or weeks--I choose a background photo for my computer. Today is time for a change...and your "family" photo is now in front of me every morning first thing.
Thank you Soooo much for putting up those pictures, it gives me/ua a real idea what you all look like.
You and your daughter across the table from four men! And that's AMEN!
What a beautiful blog.
What a beautiful moment in time.
I believe the spirits of those who were not able to be there with you were, in God's mysterious way, present at this blessed event.
Prayer Girl
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO,
from grandma
Mile you are so pretty!!
Your family is gorgeous.
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