My heart is full...

This holiday season, while very different from past ones, has been characterized by a deeply felt gratitude to and from each member of my family. Not that we haven't been grateful in the past - it's just that with us all apart from one another, things said and done were from the heart and shared from love more especially this year.

I shared a story about losing a special friend right before the holidays, which certainly dimmed my outlook however briefly. And even in my loss and sadness, as our God is often known to do, a precious, precious gift was given to me by my son, in the same form of story - but this one about life, not death, about a future here, not just in the eternal. His story follows, and if you didn't read my story yet(two blogs previous "My Friend"), read it first, and have a Kleenex ready, too.

December 25, 2009

Once upon a time that same little nobody had three little bodies. Her first one was tall and dark and quiet, and his gift was reading people. Her second little body was small and dark and perfect, and her gift was relating to people. Her third little body almost wasn’t, but she was a fighter, and her gift was meeting people. Each one reflected parts of the little nobody, the little one with her dark hair and ready smile, the perfect one with her compassion and consideration, and the quiet one with his gift for reading people. He knew right away that she wasn’t a nobody, and never had been. She was a Very Special Someone. He grew up and went away, traveling around the world. He came back, dented and ragged and inked, and kind of lost. Rather than be alone, he found a partner he thought would be good. But he held her up next to the Very Special Someone, and she didn’t reflect anything. So he kept looking, working, and waiting. Later, he found another one, and he held her up to the Very Special Someone. This one reflected, but dimly, a small light to the Very Special Someone’s great blaze of light. He was tired, and so tired of looking, for all he found were flawed and broken. But in the middle of a dark and wintery time, he found another, across the world. She seemed perfect, dark and lovely like the Very Special Someone. But he had been fooled by dark eyes and hair before. So he worked to get her close to him, so he could hold her up to the Very Special Someone. And this time, when he did, the reflection was a mirror image! The same light and goodness, love, creativity and humor from the Very Special Someone was reflected in her. The quiet one knew he had found his very own Special Someone, because he knew what to look for from the nobody that was never a nobody, but instead a Very Special Someone. I love you, mom.

Me, writing, now. He is quite the wordsmith, yes? My heart is still full. I am so blessed, by all of my family. Thank you, Lord, for them all, each and every one.