Dear Luke,
When you were about 4, we went on a mission trip to Juarez, Mexico. We went with other families from Uncle John's church in Fort Collins. The trip was a wonderful experience for our family and I learned a lot about you on that trip. You are a very friendly little guy! And so easy-going. You were OK with whatever was going on. What a gift. But I learned another thing from you weeks after we got home from that trip. One of the families that we went with had adopted a little black girl. You and she were about the same age. You were trying to remember her name and you asked me, "Remember that 'chocolate' girl?" I thought that was so precious! You knew she was different from you, but you saw her as something wonderful. We are all different: short, blonde, chubby, funny, squeaky, silly and chocolate. And God made you mine.
I love you, Mom
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Guess what?
Dear Luke,
One of our family's traditions is to whisper in the other's ear "Guess what?" It always brings a smile, for we know that the answer is, "I love you!" You have always loved that little game. I can't tell you how many times we played it. Now that you're older, you still tell me you love me many times a day...first thing in the morning, last thing at night and anywhere in between. I never tire of hearing it. Don't ever pass up a chance to tell the people in your life how much they mean to you. Tell your brother, tell your sister, tell your dad. It never loses its meaning.
I love you, Mom
One of our family's traditions is to whisper in the other's ear "Guess what?" It always brings a smile, for we know that the answer is, "I love you!" You have always loved that little game. I can't tell you how many times we played it. Now that you're older, you still tell me you love me many times a day...first thing in the morning, last thing at night and anywhere in between. I never tire of hearing it. Don't ever pass up a chance to tell the people in your life how much they mean to you. Tell your brother, tell your sister, tell your dad. It never loses its meaning.
I love you, Mom
Sharing in the joy...
Dear Jonathan,
When you were about 4, we were at CBS on a Tuesday in the late Fall. When we came outside, we were surprised to see that it was snowing. Not just any snow, but huge, soft, downy flakes. It was beautiful and we were so excited. In your excitement, you asked, "Mom, can we stop at Grandma's house on the way home? I want to see how happy she is!" It really blessed me to know that part of what made you happy was experiencing someone else's happiness. I hope that you always retain that. It's a blessing to be able to enter in to someone else's joy or pain. It's part of what the Apostle Paul encourages us to do in his letters...to hold each other in the highest regard.
I love your heart and I love you, Mom
When you were about 4, we were at CBS on a Tuesday in the late Fall. When we came outside, we were surprised to see that it was snowing. Not just any snow, but huge, soft, downy flakes. It was beautiful and we were so excited. In your excitement, you asked, "Mom, can we stop at Grandma's house on the way home? I want to see how happy she is!" It really blessed me to know that part of what made you happy was experiencing someone else's happiness. I hope that you always retain that. It's a blessing to be able to enter in to someone else's joy or pain. It's part of what the Apostle Paul encourages us to do in his letters...to hold each other in the highest regard.
I love your heart and I love you, Mom
I dearly love to laugh...
Dear Morgan,
It's hard to believe that you started out as a reluctant reader. You just weren't sure if you wanted to jump in to the world of books. But jump you did. Now you read more than anyone I know. And one of my favorite things about you is that you laugh out loud when you read. Quite often, you are alone in your room reading and I hear you break out in laughter. Sometimes it's a little chuckle, other times it's a side-splitting laugh. It always makes me smile. And I hope you never stop enjoying a good laugh from a good book.
Love, Mom
It's hard to believe that you started out as a reluctant reader. You just weren't sure if you wanted to jump in to the world of books. But jump you did. Now you read more than anyone I know. And one of my favorite things about you is that you laugh out loud when you read. Quite often, you are alone in your room reading and I hear you break out in laughter. Sometimes it's a little chuckle, other times it's a side-splitting laugh. It always makes me smile. And I hope you never stop enjoying a good laugh from a good book.
Love, Mom
Thursday, February 25, 2010
From my heart...
April 2004
Dear Morgan, Jonathan and Luke,
I am reading John Adams by David McCulough, a very good read by the way. In it are many excerpts of letters from John and Abigail to their sons and daughter. These letters were their only means of communication as they were often separated by many miles and even the Atlantic.
In these letters they admonished their sons to be men of honor and integrity, to work hard and stand in adversity. To their daughter they encouraged seeking a husband of high moral character and not to be swept away by every worldly fancy.
Those letters inspire me! So much so, that I decided to keep a journal for you. In it I will record words of encouragement and love, and my hopes and dreams for you. Maybe in a few years you will find it to be a "good read".
Much love,
Mom
Dear Morgan, Jonathan and Luke,
I am reading John Adams by David McCulough, a very good read by the way. In it are many excerpts of letters from John and Abigail to their sons and daughter. These letters were their only means of communication as they were often separated by many miles and even the Atlantic.
In these letters they admonished their sons to be men of honor and integrity, to work hard and stand in adversity. To their daughter they encouraged seeking a husband of high moral character and not to be swept away by every worldly fancy.
Those letters inspire me! So much so, that I decided to keep a journal for you. In it I will record words of encouragement and love, and my hopes and dreams for you. Maybe in a few years you will find it to be a "good read".
Much love,
Mom
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