Sunday, April 8, 2012
Happy Easter; A Letter
Yesterday was a beautiful day, typical of a Utah springtime. The white snow in the mountaintops rivaled the loveliness of the white blossoms in the trees. The sun was shining. The cloudless sky was a brilliant shade of blue, and a cool breeze whispered through the cherry-red tulips.
You looked up at me, with your dark, dreamy eyes, and asked, "I go outside?"
There was enough of a chill in the air that we decided to sit on the sun-drenched front steps, taking comfort in the warmth of the cement beneath us. You sat down right beside me--the weight of your head against my arm, your hand, like a puppy dog paw, resting at my knee. We sat together--quiet, content--listening to the ducks quack in the pond across the street. I relished in the gentle nearness of your little body, as you happily sucked your thumb. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and turned my face to the sun.
I sighed as the warm rays danced across my cheeks, and thought: You won't stay a little boy forever.
You will grow up quickly--it's painfully inevitable. So here is what I want you to know: You have a wondrous, awe-inspiring life ahead of you, filled with love and laughter and springtime days. Strive to find the joy in the little things your life offers...like sharing a warm front step with your mother.
And when April showers come and the rains of loneliness, sorrow, and despair threaten to wash your faith away--remember, you are not alone. You are not forgotten. For now matter what happens--in good times and in challenging times, in peace, in confusion, in fear, in triumph and success--always, always remember this one invaluable thing...
Turn your face to the Son.
I love you, darling,