This picture above was the defining moment of the day. Clutching the camera, trying to get an adequate shot of the priceless expression on her face. Clutching my insides as I tried to hold it together. Voice cracking as we sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to her – for the first time in her life. I’ve never seen such a look of pure joy on her face. Cupcakes made just for her… candle burning just for her…
I’m so thankful, Father, that I get to be the one to do this with her….
The smile never left her face all day. She was quiet, taking it all in…
Simple games in a breezy back-yard. How could ‘duck-duck-goose’ and ‘red rover’ be filled with such glee and jubilee?
Celebration. Merriment. Triumph.
Gifts picked out just for her, not part of a shared collection of rummaged-through goods. Dresses she’ll be the first to wear… a baby doll she can call hers…
A simple gathering of loved ones who love one.
One I didn’t know I was going to love. One ‘added’ in at the ‘last minute’… before dossier left faltering hands.
One who was at first my wildcat… now aptly-named, a source of joy.
My Word for the Year… joy.
I didn’t know it would come like this, at such a high price, and such unexpected, overflowing measure.
Today, thank you, Father, for Lena Joy.