Things I hate about online communication. One can not hear the tone of typewritten comments, can easily become victim of mistaken identity when using instant messaging, and LOL just isn't the same as laughing together.
The open house is over, and was lovely. The weather was beautiful, the thunderstorms stayed away. Ancient windows hung from a weathered arbor, the glass layered with photos of our dear graduate's life. Plates laden with shish ka bobs, hummus, and couscous were carried to cloth covered tables to be shared with good friends. By the light of tiki torches, guitar strings were skillfully strummed, and laughter was heard in the humid evening . It was a night of revelations...an anchor with a story, and the new touring job spoken of aloud for the first time. Hugs, tears, and coffee abounded.
At 12:30 AM, after the last of the core group had departed, our little family sat on couches covered with white chenille in the cool of the backyard. Johanna carefully opened each gift and card; salty drops cascaded down her smooth cheeks as she read kind words, overwhelmed by friend's and family's display of love and generousity.
I remember the day I looked into her beautiful eyes for the first time. I look into them today; I watch Niah as he breathes gently in sleep, and feel Isaiah's body relaxed in my arms. I smile at my husband.
I am amazed when God gives me a small glimpse of heaven.
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
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