Hannah, Josiah, and myself took the long ride out to Dallas, Ga.
We were greeted by this . . .
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| Yes, it was my birthday |
and this . . .
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| Western Red Cedar garden bench |
and my smiling mom. A note attached said, "From Dad". Inside the house was this . . .
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| Glass garden tower |
The note said, "From Mom".
What makes these gifts so special is that they were made by the same hands that lovingly cared for me, that worked to feed me, that labored to shelter me, that were clasped in prayer for me, that held me and guided me. The hands that I looked to imitate as I sought my own way on life's road. Such precious gifts of life and creativity.
"And pick one more," my mom said.
So I picked one more glass tower for the garden. ". . . because you need one that has a light in it," she told me. Those hands that didn't let me leave home without first giving me The Light of the World, continue to give and give and give.
Back home in my own little garden, I remember them and feel the glow of love in my heart.
There is nothing like a parent's love especially on your birthday.
