The Book In The Attic
I wanted him to find a book for me. Considering our attic, that’s not far from asking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. Kudos to Willem though, he deftly moved among the rafters and extracted the exact book I wanted from beneath layers of Christmas ornaments, general khazeray and dust.
For anyone under the age of 16 who may be reading this, a ‘book’ is something that people used during the Neolithic Age for learning, or the conveyance of information.
The book contains nothing spectacular; it’s just one of many now. And it contains thoughts that I wanted to save for her, or observations I had during different times of her life. Today is Mary’s birthday and I thought it would be nice to see where my thoughts were on the day she was born.
Although the dust critters have done a rather good job on the cover of her first book, the contents still leap out at me as if they had been freshly written.
This child is not my child
She is God’s gift and God’s charge
I may give her my love and share my experiences
But she will mould her own life
with my guidance
For the moment we rejoice in the birth of our children
God has danced with us and we have all joined hands
I shall celebrate, sing, and nurture your soul
for it is the greatest responsibility of my life
Miss Mary, God has danced with you
Always follow in His footsteps
And you will always hear His music
Happy birthday sweetheart. May you continue to hear His music for the rest of your life!