Once upon a time, thirty plus years ago, after we'd moved down to North Carolina, my husband and I were active in the Jaycees and Jaycee wives so we bought a Christmas tree from the Jaycees every year. This one particular year, he'd put it in the garage temporarily till we had time to put it up in the house but we were busy at work and the days were ticking by.
Our sons, Scott and Jeff, who were about 11 and 9 at the time, decided to surprise us and brought it into the living room, put it in the stand, and even decorated it. That was great and we really appreciated it. However, they didn't know you were supposed to saw off the bottom straight, before setting it up in the stand.
We lived in a 2 story house, and every time Scott or Jeff came down the stairs, they liked to jump - when they were about 4 or 5 steps up from the bottom, they would jump down to the hall floor and were always competing to see who could jump the most steps. Well, every time they jumped, they'd jar the floor and the tree in the living room right next to the hall would fall over. About the fourth time Dad had to go into the living room and set the tree back up and straighten up all the ornaments, he'd had it. He took it all down, carried the tree back out to the garage, and sawed it off straight, and brought it back in. We put it back up and decorated it all again, and then it was fine. It makes me laugh every time I think about it. :)
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Yesterday would have been my daddy's birthday. He was born on September 21st, 1915, so this would have been his 99th birthday! He was 79 when he died. Every year on his birthday, I especially miss him...and some years I have received wonderful signs from God that all is well. Yesterday I waited in anticipation. Would I receive a special sign?
I went to church early, before choir practice. I like to practice the piano in the empty church for awhile...just God and me. The cleaning lady was mopping the floor downstairs where I came in, so I took the back staircase up to the sanctuary instead of the elevator, so I wouldn't get in her way. As I went through a tiny storeroom next to the chapel, what did I find? A beautiful flower arrangement, in the shape of a heart. It must have been from a funeral earlier in the week.
What were the flowers? Carnations...the flowers that always make me think of my daddy. He bought my mother a carnation corsage every year for her birthday and anniversary, and when I was a little girl, he bought me a matching wrist corsage every time too, and then we'd go out to dinner. I love carnations because it brings back those memories of his kindness and of the three of us celebrating those special days. Teary eyed, I bent to smell the lovely scent. Thank you, Lord. Please give Daddy a hug for me.