Before there were children there were dreams and desires. Then the children came one at a time every couple years for the next two happy decades. There are eight of them-every one a priceless blessing from God. They filled our lives with joy and our hearts with love. They filled the air with the musical noise of their laughter. They filled the garage with bikes and just a few years later they filled the street in front of the house with cars and trucks. Now they are packing up their own dreams and, like they came, every couple years, they are moving out and making their way in the world.
This morning I step out quietly into the autumn air. The wind is making music in the trees. There is golden light in the tops of the Cottonwoods. The birds are as silent as my heart and the cars and trucks in the street are almost gone.
September 22, 2013