Swiftly fly the years…”
(Lyrics from Fiddler on the Roof)
Tomorrow, December 30th, is my baby’s birthday. Today, I want to honor my daughter, Sarah, and in doing so, I hope Listening on the Journey… readers will recall their own special journeys as daughters, mothers and sisters.
Four generations of ‘sisters.’ My mom, Kathryn, had four sisters; I had two;
Sarah had one; and even though we didn’t know it when this photo was taken, Emmi would be a ‘big’ sister one day.
My sister, Karol’s birthday is also December 30th.
It was special giving birth to a daughter on my sister’s special day.
Ron and I didn’t know whether we’d have a boy or girl, but we’d chosen names for both. A son, Ronald Luke, would be called ‘Luke.’ A daughter would be Sarah Susanne. We were kind of hoping for a boy since we already had a ‘big’ sister, Angie, but there wasn’t a shred of disappointment when Sarah arrived on the scene.
Sarah and Angie.
My first recollection of Sarah is that of her 6’4” daddy, outfitted in green hospital scrubs, walking around the delivery room holding Sarah closely in front of him, speaking gently, softly to his newborn daughter.
From the moment she was born, a special bond has existed between my husband and our daughter.
Sarah means “princess,” and surely, she’s lived up to her name. Throughout our daughter’s childhood, adolescent and teen years, many special memories were created.
Around 4 years old
Sarah in a true princess role at age 13 when she was crowned an Honor Star.
Sarah with her beloved Muffie, posing for high school graduation pictures.
Now that our daughter’s an adult, we feel great admiration for Sarah as she juggles the roles of professional career woman, wife and mother.
Sarah and her ‘Prince Charming,’ Brandon, will celebrate their
10th wedding anniversary in a few months.
Sarah and ‘big’ sister, Angie, on Sarah’s wedding day. Sarah was touched deeply by her sister’s wedding day toast.
Sarah with her own little ‘princess,’ Emalynn Grace.
Sarah’s ‘Prince’ Reeve on his first birthday.
I began this post with the tender lyrics of the song Sunrise, Sunset from one of my favorite-ever productions, Fiddler on the Roof. The lines following those above say,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness and tears.
When a newborn child enters into our worlds, that little bundle doesn’t arrive with a guarantee all our days with him or her will be filled with joy.
Sometimes laughter occurs.
Sometimes tears flow.
Sometimes we do a bang-up job of parenting.
Sometimes we blow it.
I’ve experienced each of those “sometimes” as Sarah’s mom, but,
There’s never been a time when I didn’t love my daughter.
There’s never been a phase when I wasn’t cheering her on.
There’s never been a moment when I didn’t know my daughter was even more precious to God than to me.
Now today, I send this early wish …
I pray God’s blessings on each reader in whatever season you are in as a daughter, mother or sister. Blessings on your journey…