I stumbled upon an old journal entry from way back in 2005 when our dear daughter was just under 2 years old. I thought I would share it today on the day everyone celebrates “Love” in a special way.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
She rolls onto her back and stretches her long slender body out over the couch cushions. Her chest moves up and down as she floats on the waves in the ocean of dreamland.
Her hair, a perfect mix between her blond-haired daddy and her dark brown-haired mommy, cascades all around her. How amazing to think that at one time she was just a bit bigger than the size of her head!
I think about the things she does and says now. I wish I could see into her mind-for I know it is a beautiful and intelligent one! At times, I see the light bulb in her mind and suddenly, in an instant, she understands a word or a gesture in its completeness.
She dances, claps, marches, and spins in beats and rhythms, all her own. She sees the music playing before her and sees the dance. In gymnastics her limber legs stretch and jump. Her feet move as her arms and body guide her in balance and her strong arms bring out the monkey in her, swinging and hanging on the branches of her imagination.
Piles of dishes, loads of laundry, reading and emails await me, not to mention a few hours of sleep before it all begins again and oh yes-I suppose we should eat some time! Yet, in that moment, I see her lying there, and stop to kneel down beside her and gaze. I feel as though I am not only keeping vigilance over my daughter, my jewel. I am invited into a glimpse of Love, in one of the best forms. Like on a cloudy day, when the sun sneaks a peek through the clouds, I am granted slivers of Christ peeking through the eyes of my daughter. Love, begins so small, microscopic in fact. Yet, in that small and seemingly non-existent beginning, lays the truth about Love, and His unfathomable significance.
My mind goes to the thought of a seed and the plant it becomes. While the plant is beautiful and tremendous, would it not be for the seed-no such wonder would prevail. One small seed holds the power and potential for something quite kinetic and extraordinary. In the same way, the eggs that a woman carries, together with the gift of the man’s sperm, work in such a beautiful harmony, together with the work of God, to create a signature masterpiece, made by all three. But it is not the labor alone that sells the artwork-it is the impression it imprints upon the souls of those who gaze upon it that advocates its beauty.