I originally posted this poem back in October of last year, but did not have the author's name or permission. Here is the original poem, printed with permission. (Thank you Sally!)

Just for this morning
I am going to smile when I see your face, and laugh when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning
I will let you wake up softly in your flannel p.j.'s and hold you until you are ready to stir.

Just for this morning,
I will let you choose what you want to wear, and I will say how beautiful you are.

Just for this morning
I will step over the laundry to pick you up, and take you to the park to play

Just for this morning
I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle together.

Just for this afternoon
I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the garden blowing bubbles.

Just for this afternoon
I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck and I will buy you one, if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon
I wont worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or how you might have been before your diagnosis

Just for this afternoon,
I will let you help me make cookies, and I wont stand over you. . . trying to 'fix things.

Just for this afternoon,
I will take you to McDonalds and buy us both a 'Happy Meal' So you can have two toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you the story of how you were born, and how much we love you

Just for this evening,
I will let you splash in the bathtub, and I wont get angry when you pour water over your sisters head.

Just for this evening
I will let you stay up late, while we sit on the porch swing and count all the stars.

Just for this evening
I will bring you glasses of water, and snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite t.v. show.

Just for this evening
when I kneel down to pray, I will simply be grateful for all that I have, and not ask for anything,

Except
Just one more day.

c. 1999
Sally Meyer
(for Dhylan)

I saw this some time ago, and it touched me. Maybe it will comfort/touch/challenge you, as well.

I'm not sure where this came from originally, but if anyone knows, I'll be more than happy to supply that information and add a link to this entry.

Whether we come from lives currently crowded with people and activities or lives of silent and resounding with loneliness, we need to accept one thing, trite as it sounds. We are born alone, and we die alone. The crises of our lives are experienced alone in private moments of truth. And it is when we are alone that God can truly touch and transform our souls.

Therefore, our aloneness is one of the greatest gifts we have. God created us as unique beings, and what's even more exciting than being an individual work of art is that God wants to spend time with us. He allows us to be lonely so we will seek Him, and He probably misses us when we avoid Him by packing the suitcases of our lives with stuff we can't take with us.....

Through the gift of aloneness, God cuddles us, challanges us, entertains us, instructs us, and lets us get to know Him.... It seems that we come to know our Savior most deeply, most intimately when we have struggled with Him alone.

And then these bits (the last ones, I promise) from "The Carousel" by Richard Paul Evans

I just finished reading "The Promise Remains" by Travis Thrasher. (See, Bonnie! I found some time to read!) Good book. Don't worry... I didn't pull any quotes from it.

Here's a quote from a book I haven't read in a while, though. -- Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. 1 Corinthians 13:7

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