She emerged from the knitting place, and her first touch was mine. She came slippery to my hands, and changed everything. Seventeen years have gone. A daughter fills a mama's heart with hope, and I remember standing by her cradle late at night singing that song from the Sound of Music. "Somewhere in my wicked childhood, I must have done something good." To have such a girl. A girl who...
Dreams big dreams. Reaches high and hard for heaven. Brings it down somehow, and fills this home here with it. Music and painting. The way she makes the Shoulders laugh. Pulling him into her, and all of us. How she reads her Bible at night and in the morning. Teaching us how to live chasing after God. The way she inspires this heart.
The way she still holds my hand sometimes. The way she likes it when I pull her long ponytail through my fingers. The way she still lays her head in my lap, and the way I am still amazed. This girl become woman gives me strength and lives a life that says, "Don't be afraid, Mom." A daughter who calls me up higher, who believes in me and plants seeds of hope in me while breathing life into my silent dreams. When did Sarah become my friend? And how can I begin to count such a blessing?
Happy Birthday to the song of my heart. Sarah, I love you.