A time for everything.

Today was my son Sam’s 12th birthday. 12 years ago today it was actually fairly warm and a little rainy as we drove up about an hour away to deliver my second son, but 1st VBAC in a teaching hospital. Today it was cold with blizzard conditions. My baby was successfully birthed, and after it was over, I held my beautiful blond baby boy in my arms, and realized the significance of his birth date. I think about that every year when the marchers go to Washington for the March for Life. I thought about it even more as President Bush was sworn in this week. Sam and I made a deal that on his 16th birthday, we would travel to Washington DC, see the new president sworn in, and then stay for the March for Life if they are still needed then. That should be fun.



Today was very exciting for Sam – he got to do little extra treats and he made his own birthday cake (this kid LOVES to cook and bake!!) Tomorrow we celebrate with homemade pizza, cake, and ice cream and presents – a birthday weekend!



And while Sam and his siblings were excited, happy and enthusiastic, and while we went through our day to day chores – soccer sign ups, grocery shopping, playing for the 4:30 mass, there was a tinge of sadness for Mr. Pete and I. A continent away there was a funeral mass for my father and I wasn’t there. North of that my brother and sister-in-law were burying their only child. We weren’t there for that either. That loss and pain was in our hearts and on our minds, but the reality was the life of our children and the celebration of one of their births.



Money was our decision maker on this. We don’t have any. But I keep thinking that if it was God’s will for us to be there, we would have been, so maybe God’s plan was for us to keep the focus here for our own kids. Maybe He wanted us to remember that part of His plan is life. Life here, and life after death. And maybe His desire for Mr. Pete and I, is to focus on that. Still the cold wind adds to the bittersweet feeling in my heart, joy for what I have, and sadness for what was lost.

A Time for Everything

3:1For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

2 a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;

3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;

a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;

a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 a time to tear, and a time to sew;

a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 a time to love, and a time to hate;

a time for war, and a time for peace.

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