Passing the Baton

This was my normal, these trees and valley within the mountains.

It was here that I was taught love, His wild, joyful, to-the-ends-of-the-earth-for-me, love. It was here I made an altar, never to be forgotten, a place of crossing over.

It was she. The one who now pushes my children and serves with hands of love all day, it was she who asked me if I wanted to invite Him into my heart. I remember it. Simple. 

Everything they taught me pointed back to Him. Every. Single. Thing. Their selfless lives, a true reflection of the Father.

And now he, Grandpa, stands trembling to watch his heritage giggle and joy. Yet, he chose to stand.

I see beauty all around me today. I see miracles. I see work. I see the passing of the baton and everything your eyes say when they lock gazes with the next runner. 

"All I am, I give to you. And all you are, is more than enough. You can do this. He's got you. Just like He had me. You can do this. You will do this."

We ended our day with laughing. Sitting on a hill, once covered with snow and sleds, we reminisced. Sometimes, living in the moment, means looking back at all the goodness. Looking back at all there was to be grateful for. Remembering, all there IS to be thankful for. I am so grateful.