until next year

September 26, 2011 Off By forthischildiprayed
The sand in this summer’s hour glass has run out.
Before it did though, we basked in it one last time…
until next year.
In one summer season I have seen my little girl’s love for the coast come alive,
and she has grown more in a 3 month span than I thought was possible.
Her independence grows daily.
As does my urge to hold tighter.
Alas, I love to see it.
until next year
… to see the thrill in her eyes at the same thing over and over again.until next year
To watch her all encompassing joy over the splish splash of the sea.until next year
To watch her wonder over the small stuff.until next year
And to hear her breathe in the balmy air and exhale in laughter.until next year
The calm of this wave kissed shore welcomes her,

until next year

and she never tires of the simplicity of it.until next year
Oh Lord, that you would make me more like my daughteruntil next year
That I wouldn’t take your creation for granted.until next year
How God must smile at her love of it all!until next year
How He must desire for us all to run fearlessly down a beach and praise Him for His works!until next year until next year
Until next year, we’ll store up some of our kisses.

until next year until next year

When the sharpness of the winter cuts us, and we long for the sun’s love…until next year
… we’ll close our eyes and remember…

until next year

until next year.