I Remember...

You...

I remember you 

before you can remember yourself!

I remember 

praying for you 

when you were no bigger than a dot inside your mother.

I remember 

sitting in the waiting room with your uncle, 

waiting for your birth.

Wasn't that just yesterday?

I remember 

watching your daddy, 

overcome by the miracle of you.

I remember 

watching your mother 

fall in love with you instantly.

I remember 

the very first time I saw you,
 five minutes after your birth.

I remember 

you, age three, 

posing for the camera everywhere we went. 

 You were a ham even then!

I remember 

you, curling up beside me on Christmas Eve, 

telling me about your dreams for college.

I remember 

not wanting you to leave, 

and then, all at once, 

catching your excitement to be going, 

running joyfully into life.

I remember 

looking at you, 

full of beauty and poise, 

a gift to everyone you meet.

I remember 

you returning from Europe 

in your third year of college, 

undeniably a woman who has traveled more than I ever will.

I remember 

you sharing with me 

that it was the experience of 

visiting the little house 

that was the hiding place of Ann Frank, 

that touched you more deeply 

than anything else you saw in Europe.

I remember 

that God has gifted you to be a blessing 

to many beyond my little door. 

 I see the colors and shapes of those blessings 

beginning to erupt all over you.

I remember 

that you are part of a generation 

that is coming into its own, 

and I am part of a generation 

that is going home.

I remember 

that no matter how far away from me 

you pitch your tent, 

you are a part of me.

I remember 

that there are just so few things in life 

that will ever measure up 

to the blessing of you in my life.

I remember 

that the same God who blessed me with you, 

holds onto you still.

I remember 

that I will never stop 

loving you, 

praying for you, 

thanking God for you.

I remember 

the treasure of you...