Faith

All of us have been affected by the news we hear on the radio, social media, tell a vision, even the grapevine. We naturally rush to taste the stew while trying to figure out the ingredients, the preparations, and time required from beginning to end.

Son number three has been graced with observance. His understanding of baby brother’s birthday party being planned nudged him to correct me. He said Daniel’s birthday came first, then David’s and his was to be next, not baby Darrin’s. The older son’s June birth date comes two weeks later in the month. He skeptically accepted the explanation of the sequence of the years, and fourteen days later, pointed to his date on the calendar; he was beaming. His third year birthday party still sparkles.

Did all of us girls have a fairy tale dream reserved to be seen unfold? Can we look back to how we built sand castles at the beach, see the moon so round and white and bright almost close enough to reach but not quite?