I miss him. My heart hurts for my Granny who was left behind. But I am so grateful to have felt him with me that day. I am grateful to know that my daughter has her very own guardian angel. And grateful to know that we will see him again.
This day reminds me that our lives are inextricably connected; that joy comes with sadness and peace comes with pain; and that hope can be found in eternal perspective.
Happy Birthday, Makenna Jaye!
I may or may not have been guilty of re-gifting a time or two. It usually goes like this... We have a birthday, baby shower, wedding, etc to attend and because I tend to over-schedule myself, I end up on a last-minute mad dash for a suitable gift. I search the house frantically for any un-used/un-opened gift to save myself a trip to the store that I don't have time for and maybewa2q find something that is remotely appropriate for the occasion. But because I am a firm believer in MEANINGFUL GIFTS, this is where I am forced to pull out my ninja-creativity skills (or something)...and MAKE it apply.
ENTER- the cheesy hand-written poem (most likely on the pansy stationary I received for my 15th Birthday that has managed to reproduce itself like the loaves and the fishes for the past 15...ish years):
"You are so sweet,
You can't be beat.
When I smell this, I think of you,
Just rub it on your hands
And they'll be sweet too."
Stick that with a (mostly) full bottle of Bath and Bodyworks Hand Sanitizer in last year's Christmas gift bag that the neighbors' sugar cookies came in and VOILA! A 5-minute gift.
JUST KIDDING! (Kind of)
Don't be like me. Plan ahead. Like at least a day or two. Or better yet, plan a week or two ahead and get your loved one something they will ACTUALLY appreciate and want to KEEP....FOREVER.
Check out these very personal and thought-out photo gifts (All available through our ETSY shop). Think just a little bit ahead and we'll do all the work for you. So you won't have to write a last minute cheesy poem. (or maybe I'm the only one who does that?)
I wrote this poem last year (and have tweaked it several times since) in an attempt to express the meaning behind our name. It is also how I feel about my husband and my first attempt at a "serious" poem. I'm not always so great at expressing verbally expressing myself- I usually have to write it down. So here ya go...
Two Woven Hearts
When you took my hand
I gave you my heart,
And you gave me yours in return.
Loose strands that never
Seemed to fit quite right
Were now tied securely in yours.
I felt complete,
You held me tight
And what could I ask for more?
How peaceful the feeling to be with you.
Just Two Woven Hearts.
As time went on our strings grew worn
Tiny ends began to fray,
So we looked above for something more
And found His heart to bind ours strong and sure.
For you and I alone are not enough,
No matter what they may say.
To last forever we needed a third;
A perfect heart to draw us tighter
As Two Woven Hearts.
With our hearts bound stronger
We now had more love
To nurture new little hearts.
These young ones were tender
Their pieces unsure.
They would need our solid guide.
Our woven strings to hold up theirs
As together we laughed and cried.
More joy was ours than we could have imagined,
The tighter all our hearts drew near.
For you and me and God above,
With our children will always be more
Than Two Woven Hearts.
The poem would make a great wedding/anniversary gift on wood or glass or whatever....and could include the couple's names. As always, we can customize and do exactly what you want!
Today, we live in a very arrogant society. We seem to assume that we are better, smarter, and more "progressive" than those who have lived before us; That each generation has improved on the last in every way.
While we have certainly seen improvements in technology in the past hundred years, I believe that it's wrong to discount the lessons of our fathers, both of those more recently learned (by parents and grandparents) and of those from thousands of years ago (fore-fathers). What' s the famous quote? "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.." (George Santayana)
The problem is...if we don't know anything about the past, and about our ancestors, we can't possibly remember them. And therefore, we can learn nothing from them. I used to think of history and genealogy as a boring collection of dates and facts...and that is how it tends to be presented the majority of the time. But the reality is...those who came before us were REAL. They felt the same emotions we feel. They experienced pain and heartache; excitement and joy. They had failures and successes. They learned life lessons and made sacrifices for their loved ones.
A couple of years ago, my husband and I bought a piece of property with the remains of a cabin built by Mormon settlers in Missouri from 1837. Remarkably, it still stood and it fascinated me.
Even more amazing were the records and journal entries left behind by the newlyweds who lived there. I read everything I could find about Charles and Sarah Rich and they began to seem very real to me. I felt a connection to them despite living nearly 200 years apart. And so I started a project (www.heartsoffarwest.com) to collect stories of those living in this area at that time (to some of whom I am directly related).
I was reminded of the scripture in Malachi: "And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.”
We NEED to know parents and grandparents. We NEED to know our ancestors. We NEED to know those who sacrificed their lives so that we could be FREE. It certainly takes some work on our part, but the lessons of history and the lives of those who have gone before us can and should have a great impact on our lives. Human nature has not changed. Throughout history we find patterns of success and failure that repeat over and over again. We have so much to learn and we truly are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past if we know nothing about them.
Our hearts will turn to our fathers when we catch a glimpse of what was in their hearts. Only then can we identify with those who’ve gone before us and the distance of generations that separate us will be no more...
our lives and our hearts woven together.
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