Tuesday, April 3, 2007

A Picture is Worth 1,000 Words

Some days I think I’ve lost my mind completely. Today is one of those days. My sister-in-law told me of this place that takes pictures with live rabbits for Easter for a very reasonable price. I called last week and scheduled an appointment to have the 3 kids get their picture taken with the bunnies. The appointment was today at 11:15AM, and Ta woke extremely early, so it was a blessing when he willingly laid down for a morning nap at 8:45AM. I thought things would go relatively easy since he was well-rested, the baby had just nursed, and Th is 4 ½.

Boy, I couldn’t have been more wrong! Have you tried to get a 4 ½ year old to hold a 4 month old without slouching and complaining? Today, I tried it! It didn’t go so well! Plus, the bunnies kept jumping out of their basket, and Ta, being the ever-so-gentle child that he is, thought that meant they wanted to be held (smothered is more accurate!). Prying those furry things out of his hand was no small feat, plus, once again the baby was screaming because she wasn’t “latched on” to her Mommy!

The photographer was great, but her assistant wasn’t so helpful. In fact, he was very grumpy. After all 3 kids were crying, we decided not to push them for their final pose. I did get a cute picture of the 3 of them, which was the goal in the first place, so overall I’m happy. Of course, as I look at the preview of it, Th is slouching and there's a slight frown on his face. But for $14.95, can I complain?!

My Wish

The anniversary of my grandmother’s death was on Sunday, April 1st. I can’t believe it’s been 8 years. As most people feel towards their grandparents, I loved this woman dearly. I affectionately called her “Nana”, and obviously her death affected me a great deal, but it’s even more so now that I have a daughter. There have been so many times in the last few months that I wish my Nana could have met T.G., held her in her arms, and compared her to me when I was a baby.

When I was about 14 or 15, Nana made a doll for me. It was, and is, the most beautiful doll I have ever seen. She has curly dark hair and a beautiful baby blue dress with pink flowers. I absolutely love it, and it is one of my most cherished possessions. A few years ago, one of her bows fell out of her hair, and it sat on my dresser, waiting for me to find time to glue it back in her hair. One day T.G. was wearing a cute baby blue outfit with pink flowers. I saw the bow sitting on my dresser and decided to use it to make a hair bow for her. It turned out really cute, and now it is a way for my daughter to have a connection to my Nana. But, still, I wish she were here.

As Easter approaches, I am reminded of the love of Christ. I reflect on how much I loved my Nana, and how much I love my kids and my husband, and I try to fathom how much Jesus loves me, but it’s impossible. Instead, I must trust God at His word, written to man in the form of the Bible. Although it’s sometimes difficult to comprehend, I have to go back to God’s promises written in His Word. I rejoice at what Jesus has done to prove His love for me, and for all mankind. Because of trusting in what Jesus has done, my Nana is in Heaven with Him today. I will see her again, and I pray my children will, too. And, thankfully, she has 2 of my precious babies with her, whom I have yet to meet, but if they’re anything like the 3 I have, she’s got her arms full!

John 3:16-18: For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. 17 For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him. 18 Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son.