Letters to My Children

Children grow up way too fast. I also have a tendency to wait for the perfect moment to say things. Perfect moments often never come. This section of my blog is dedicated to saying the things I want to tell my children in a place where they can see it for the rest of their lives. If you’re not Hunter, Jaden or Katie, you’re still welcome to read along and comment, however. 🙂

How to Dance

It was one of those magic moments that appear briefly before fluttering away like a butterfly. I miss too many of these, letting them slip by unnoticed, but I’m learning to watch for them. I was walking from the van to the mall. She was holding my hand. Somewhere along the way our walk morphed into a waltz as she began twirling and giggling. Her feet moved with grace and her hair bounced with each move. “No. Hold my hand like this,” she instructed as she spun into another twirl, her hand never leaving mine. I love every opportunity I get to dance with my princess. The truth is, I’ve always wanted to learn to dance but never have. “You and I should take dance lessons together,” I offered. It seemed an obvious suggestion given her enjoyment of dancing and her frequent choice of me as her dancing partner. She giggled, flashing that beautiful smile that encompasses her mouth and eyes. “But I already know how to dance.” The intonation in her voice hinted at the ridiculous nature of my suggestion. I’m always amazed at the wisdom of children. Yes, Katie. You do already know how to dance. No one can teach you what’s already in your heart. You dont need anyone to tell you how to dance. And as you get older and this world tries to tell you that you need its approval or instruction on how things should be done, don’t listen. Just giggle, flash that smile and dance – from your...

The Perfect Daughter

When I think of the perfect daughter, I think of one who smiles a lot. I think of one who makes me smile. I think of you. When I think of the perfect daughter, I think of one who loves me. I think of one who teaches me to love. I think of you. When I think of the perfect daughter, I think of one who cares for others. I think of one for whom I care. I think of you. When I think of the perfect daughter, I thank God for his gifts of love. I thank God for his love. I thank God for you....

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