This spring the small, thin leaves on all the birch trees are so beautiful that they look like a thousand thousand new-green blossoms. The pond has melted at last, and the ice on the lake is almost gone. Grebes call, with their harsh voices, and seagulls wheel high overhead.
Lie on the dock, lie quiet and still, see the blue of the sky reaching on, blending with the distant mountains.
Eleanor, busiest of all, trips hither and yon, touching, seeing, wondering- her dark eyes more beautiful than anything in the whole world and her sweet round cheeks still made for kissing. Soft butter dripping down mussels on the barbecue, and two girls learning to ride bicycles together.
I want to seize the joy, snatch it, wrest it from the moment and save it forever but I can't. Savour this moment. Christ the Lord is Risen today- Today!
And because of Him I have hope of heaven.
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