When our children were small, they would, from time to time, pick flowering weeds on our daily walks, tilting their faces upward with Here Mommy. This is for you.
They smiled shyly as I exclaimed over each and every bouquet. It became my custom to place the tiny petaled beauties in a Dixie cup brimming with cold tap water, and set them on a window shelf or sunny kitchen counter.
I adored those little treasures, because of the love. There is a time in a child’s heart when Mommy is the beginning and the end. The first face pouring cereal and juice come morning, the last to kiss their forehead and smooth bedsheets at night. I am wondering, precisely when did the last of those days unfold?
Yes, Dixie-cup flower days are over.
It is as it should be, but still…
It is wedding time and our Marcus is soon to be a married man.
As a little boy he was our quietest child, with a keen eye for beauty in nature. Marcus paid attention to the freshly cut flowers at the grocery store with: Mommy, aren’t those pretty? and was quick to point out a glowing sunset or cluster of stars. He was generous with his sticks and leaves and plucked flower giftings. As a fourteen-month-old he presented me with decorative rocks from our side yard, bringing them to me one by one as I thanked him, cupping the mound and pronouncing them beautiful.
Somehow decades have whirled by. What I wouldn’t give for one more weedy flower or rock.
Several months ago I received an exquisite gift from Marcus.
I listened and wept and listened and wept and listened and smiled.
Marcus and his friend, Mason, (also a newlywed) collaborated to write and sing this song. Dedicated to us, their mothers.
A slow, gentle farewell.
Mason’s voice begins, followed by Marcus with:
We read through books…
You’ve Been There (produced by Marcus)
I will treasure this gift for a lifetime.
Summer is for driving. Roads trips, beach trips, ice-cream runs at dusk.
Summer is also for driving home.
This week marks my second blog anniversary, and by way of celebration I have decided to share two more splendid songs to sing you home.
Our son, Jacob, released Driving Home Tonight, a song he penned of boyhood memories. This is my favorite one of his (they are all fantastic though) and I know you will love it too.
Lauren, our daughter, recently released her first lovely single, With You, which was produced by Marcus. You won’t be disappointed, my friends.
I realized this week that our family (the original six as I now say) is a group of storytellers. Some through pen, others through song, while our son, Caleb, and my husband, Jon, faithfully preach the story of the Good News of the Gospel, week by week.
These are my dearest people, and God’s greatest earthly gifts to me.
I remind them from time to time, You cannot choose family, but I would choose you any day of the week, and twice on Sunday.
And I mean it from the depths.
So this weekend marks a glorious beginning as our family continues to grow through marriage and grandchildren. It is also the end of a sweet, sweet, era. Being the mother of the groom is far different from being the mother of the bride (or so they tell me). Instead of ironing out details, I am smoothing out memories, preparing my heart for another farewell. Goodness, how I love our children.
As we gather to celebrate our son’s marriage, the guests will see these beauties:
Lauren, Marcus, Caleb, Jacob
But I will glimpse something more…precious memories from days gone by.
Lauren, Jacob, Caleb, Marcus
The LORD bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. ~ Numbers 6:24-26