Families

I just returned from spending a month with family. Time with my daughter and her family who live two hours South. Two other granddaughters also came to stay, and we toured the city and spent time at the beach. I then spent another week with my children at the family cabin in Bear Lake, Utah. During these family interactions, I thought briefly about all the things I could be doing at home; working on articles, working on websites, working on my home, tending my garden.

My 18 month old grandson Gavin brought me back to reality. He adores his Papa and I adore him. He watches me carefully to make sure I am not leaving him, and constantly tracks me down with outstretched arms to be held.  There is nothing more important in this world that we can do than hold a child. Why he clings to me so fiercely, I do not know, except I believe these Tiny Ones can see into our souls. Fresh from the presence of God, they see us as God sees is. The love they extend to us is a brush of the hand of our Divine Creator.

It takes me several days to recover from these family excursions. Tired, yes, and a sadness to be back to my empty house and away from the bedlam and chaos generated by a gaggle of posterity rampaging the premises. Time at the cabin is the most bitter sweet, the childhood home of my late wife LaNae, the place I proposed to her decades ago, a place of engaging memories, past and present that I can no longer share with her, but bind her to me. I am pleased that my children are making memories with their own spouses and children. Bonds to tie them together and to me.