Day: April 12, 2007

Samuel’s favourite hymn is: O Love that wilt not let me go. I smiled through tears just now as I listened to him play that hymn on the piano. He occasionally reads music, the rest of the time it just flows… and beautifully, I might add.

Here are the words to that hymn. See Cyberhymnal to read more about it and to listen to the tune–it’s lovely.

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

This is a great and marvelous day in history! A great day in His-story for our family… and it’s been a great day each year for the last 17 years. Even as I type this -17- s-e-v-e-n-t-e-e-n, I say: wow.

Seventeen years -years!- we have been celebrating the birth, blessing and life of our Samuel—yep, seventeen today.

hannah and samuel eating strawberries on the lawn…
a long time few years ago.
It looks like they’re eying the tree stump doesn’t it? ~wink~

Gotta tell a funny story. This’ll be sweet for the gramma’s and will be, hopefully, encouraging to younger ma’s. As you can see in the pic above, Samuel and Hannah are sitting on the front lawn. We used to live in a home that was situated at the center of a cul-de-sac and all the gardening done there was in containers and hanging baskets. So, I had an azalea plant that I had, for a few years, pruned and had trained into an azalea “tree” and it was quite beautiful! Well, earlier that spring, the other children had been bringing me bouquets of beautiful spring and wild flowers and so, imagine, if you will, my surprise(!) when Samuel came in and brought me the *whole* top of the fully blooming azalea tree. I am *so* glad that at that moment I exclaimed *delight* at the gift – instead of anger! Part of that delight, actually, was stunned surprise! I told him that was the most beeeeeutiful bouquet I had *ever* received. I kissed and thanked him.

Later that day, I took him and the rest of the children outside and showed them the type of things we cut and the type of things we look at – flowers that always stay *outside* in the yard. That was the beginning of “outdoor bouquets” and “outdoor flowers.” I am still telling the children that today… only, the children I am telling that to are *grand!*children.

Just this morning, I was telling Samuel that I haven’t ever received as gift that was given with such love and joy as the gift of the azalea bouquet… and I hoped his birthday was sweeter than that.

And you know what? I’m still wondering how he ever lopped off that azalea tree.