Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Valentine's Day and Butterfly Kisses


This weekend brings with it mixed emotions. It's a weekend filled with love, joy, romance. And for the last 27 years I look forward to this weekend. This time I still look forward to this weekend but for another reason. While many people are celebrating their love, I get to celebrate the love one young man has for a beautiful young lady as they say their vows. For the rest of their lives Valentine's Day will have a greater significance than ever before. And I am proud to witness the union of these two souls. 

Today I harkened back to a time when I thought my talents lay elsewhere. It was Father's Day, 1996. I shared the song "Butterfly Kisses" with the congregation of the church I was attending. It'd just been released and I remember the impact it had on me the first time I heard it. I took my daughter by the hand and walked with her up on stage. I pulled a stool over and let her sit next to me as I tried to sing the song. I was never blessed with the greatest voice, and singing around the huge lump in my throat probably made it sound like frog kisses rather than butterfly kisses. I was told that during the entire song my daughter sat there with a smile on her face looking lovingly at her father. That was the last song I ever performed in church. I began to develop the talents that God had given me and those skills did not lie in singing but rather in writing and drama. I have in my head dozens of unwritten and unperformed dramas and one of those dramas is built around the song "Butterfly Kisses." However I never had the chance to perform the drama because my daughter was supposed to play a part in it.


The last verse in the song "Butterfly Kisses" refers to the moment that the father gets to walk his daughter down the aisle to the man that will take her and make her a bride. Hard as I try, there are some things that I cannot avoid focusing on. Those things that I will never have that I try to run from. One of those is the opportunity to walk my daughter down that aisle. So this blog goes out to all the daddies of those precious little girls. Especially to those daddy's that have done things to damage the relationship with their daughters. It's never too late to restore that relationship. It is my desire to see you, daddy, walking your daughter down the aisle. This is definitely one thing you should never take for granted.

This weekend you will have the opportunity to look into the eyes of your little loved one and let her know, daddy, how much you love her. Valentine's Day is a day of celebration. A celebration of love. And I believe it's not just romantic love. So, daddy, don't forget to take the opportunity to take your daughter out on a date. You never know when that chance will be taken away from you. And this is one regret you do not want to have.

Valentine's Day this year will not be happy celebration for me. But I will still be celebrating. I will be celebrating for you. I will be celebrating your love. I will be celebrating with my young friends as they place that symbol of love in their fingers. And it will be a joyous celebration. 

And for all those that are missing their love on this day, be it a spouse, or a child, please know that love is not over. Where there was a romantic love there can be a love that our Father can give us. For we are His bride and He loves us forever. Unconditionally. So, if you, like me, find yourself missing someone a little more this Valentine's Day just remember one thing. And, if you happen to see me you might want to remind me of this also.  Love. Never. Fails. 

And happy Valentine's Day to the most precious gifts the Lord could've blessed me with, even if it was only for a short time. I love you both. Save a place for me. 



Thursday, September 25, 2014

The girl of my dreams

Some days start out better than others. And for that very reason, the fall from joy can be that much further and that much more painful. Take today for example. I awoke from a dream about my beloved. As I lay there I kept thinking back to the dream. You see, just before I slept I prayed that God would give me a dream about her. I needed to see her, hear her, and touch her again and the only way I can do that now is through a dream. I pray that prayer many nights and most nights I don't remember dreaming about her. But this morning I did. It was such a real dream that I stayed in bed past the time the alarm went off just to reflect on what I had dreamed. But then I had to face my day. 

Do you ever have those evenings where you feel more in love with your spouse than others? You had a date night where he or she treated you to a good meal and maybe a movie or other such entertainment. You fall asleep in each other's arms and everything is wonderful. You wake up in the morning still basking in the glow of the evening before. You can hardly wait for the work day to end so you can be with your love again. The next evening may not be as wonderful as the previous but you still can't wait to see them; hold them; and tell them you love them. That's the feeling that I woke with. It's amazing to me that I can be more in love with someone than the day before when we never interacted. But I am. 

And then comes the fall. I don't get to go home and tell her what a wonderful time I had and how much I love her. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever again. And so the party begins. But instead of crepe paper streamers marking the occasion, it is filled with streaming tears. Yes, the pity party has begun and I find myself the guest of honor again. I write this at work because I can't find myself going home to the empty house. I have no "but at least" at home. 

My beloved was the love of my life even when I failed to make her feel it. But I know in my heart that she knows that she truly was my one and only. She was, is, and always will be, the girl of my dreams. So perhaps I will go home. I will kick off my shoes and lay on the couch (after I out the shoes up of course because she would want it that way), and take a nap for a bit. For perhaps there I can once again be with the girl of my dreams. 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Thinking of you always

For those of you who have followed my journey on Facebook you may have already read this. I'm working on posting to my blog some of the posts that were liked the most. This little poem was one of those posts. 

Just because I'm not crying it doesn't mean I don't care
Just because there are no tears it doesn't mean I'm not aware
Of every moment without you
Cause I think about you
Always

Just because I'm still breathing it doesn't mean I'm alive
Just because the day is over it doesn't mean I'll make it through the night
Every moment without you 
I'm thinking about you
Always

Just because there's a smile doesn't mean that there's no pain
Just because I laugh it doesn't mean that I'm alive again
Every moment without you
I'm thinking about you
Always

Just because I can't live without you it doesn't mean I can't remember the past
Just because it hurts to breathe it doesn't mean I've breathed my last 
Every moment without you 
I'm thinking of you always
Always