Sunday night, Andrew and a friend were over. They and Max
and I sat talking with each other. We started looking at photo albums of when
the boys were both little—from their births on for a few years. What a joy it
was to see all those all pictures and touch the memories they brought back. We
told stories of those days. I was reminded how important Ocracoke has been in
our family—going year after year with our boys growing older.
I loved seeing the pictures of Jeff with the boys, of the
smiles and laughter they shared between them. It can be hard to get past more
recent memories which can color older ones in a way in our minds. While life
when the boys were small was not a simple walk in the park, it was important to
me to be carried past these last several years and remember how much love and
life there was. It was also good for them to see reminders of their dad’s
relationship with them.
This coming Sunday would have been our 34th wedding
anniversary. We waited twelve long years for Andrew, our first born, and
eighteen for Maxwell. During those years of waiting and longing, the verses
below were important for Jeff. I share them in the spirit of memories of love
and hope.
Psalm 127:3-5
Sons are indeed a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward. Like
arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons of one’s youth. Happy is the man
who has his quiver full of them.
Psalm 113.9:
He gives the barren woman a home, making
her the joyous mother of children. Praise the Lord!
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