I rock them to sleep with spoken lullabies of love. Love that never fails and endures through time.
The love of their mother who prays to be enough.
The love of Grandparents in heaven who are always near.
And the greatest Love of all. The Love that heals broken hearts and dreams. The Love that soothes fears and promises a life complete. The Love that brings light to the dark and joy to the sad.
Their lullaby is a story of children loved so deeply on both sides of the veil.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
A Gift from Dad
We found this flower the other day and no one knew where it came from.
We think my dad planted it for us last year after his diagnosis. A sweet reminder that he's still with us.
4 comments:
I love it. I bet he did, he was sneaky/thoughtful like that.
That is so cool. Your dad was so deep and I think he probably did everything with a meaning behind it.
That does sound like him! What a sweet surprise (and reminder).
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