Branching Out

The past few weeks have brought insane craziness and busyness to my life. Exactly one week ago today, our little grandson decided that his birthday would be that day. Mommy and Daddy were a bit surprised since he wasn’t due until the first weekend of April. He is the most precious bundle of cuteness and I couldn’t wait to get there and snuggle him! My daughter and son-in-law are completely smitten with him–they are going to be wonderful parents! There is something special about your daughter having a baby. As a mom, I still tend to think of her as my little girl. The pictures that decorate the walls of our home show her in different stages of life. I can remember when every picture was taken and to see her now, holding a little bundle of her own, is almost surreal. He is a beautiful combination of her and her husband with the blood of his grandpa and grandma on both sides coursing through his veins. I never really understood the impact of the phrase “bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh” until my little girl had a little one of her own. A new generation has started. It’s exciting to say the least!

In addition to the growth of our family through the birth of our grandson, our family will grow again in a few weeks when our son marries his beautiful fiance. Wedding planning is taking place in a flurry right now as the day gets close. One day after leaving our daughter, I traveled to a bridal shower for our future daughter-in-law. How fun it was to see her excitement in opening gifts that will be placed in the home they will soon share! Brand new dishes, fancy tea sets, kitchen utensils and other items given by people who love them and wish them only the best as two lives converge into one new family.

Today, while trying to recuperate from the last few months that have really taken their toll on me, I looked out the window that faces the woods behind our home. The trees are still bare from the winter cold and snow. Have you ever really looked at a big tree? Really studied it? The trunk of an established tree is round and often thick. Follow the trunk from the ground up with your eyes and at some point, you will no longer be looking at just the trunk of a tree. At some point, for some reason, branches appear. From those branches come more branches. And from those even more branches jet outward. When spring arrives and the buds burst forth and grow into leaves, the wide swath of leaf covered branches will provide a protective shade from the heat of the summer sun. They will also provide safe places for birds and squirrels to build their nests. A healthy tree will continue to grow and branch outward. Many trees in the woods behind me have so many branches that I am unable to count them.

As I looked at the plethora of branches sway in a March wind, I thought about the new branches that have already and will be sprouting from a union that began twenty-seven years ago when a tall, dark-haired man took the hand of a young woman and together they promised each other “till death do us part”. The promises made that day have been put through numerous fires and trials; the branch survived and sprouted four new branches. Now, with awe and wonder at how God weaves our lives into a wonderful work of art, I get to watch as our branches sprout new branches of their own.

Our tree is growing.

And I couldn’t be happier.

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About becmom45

Wife of one, mom of four, mom-in-law to two, grammy to one precious little boy; lover of snow, autumn, pumpkins, cats, books, baking, Charles Wysocki puzzles, Christmas; honest, raw author who hopes what is written here enlightens and educates those fortunate enough to not understand the demons chronicled.
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