Stories From My Garden: Darling Daughter's 10th

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Darling Daughter's 10th

Thank you, Lord for making this day happen. We just celebrated Dancing Queen's 10th birthday today.

My little DD... She is growing up too fast, and dreams of becoming a professional ballerina someday. I share this dream with her, and support her all the way.

Sometimes I wish I could hold time and stop the world from spinning fast. I wish I could bottle up all the innocence that makes her the sweet and gentle girl that she is.

But all that is just a dream... For now, I can only pray, that life will be good to her, and that the inevitable challenges it brings will make her strong and wise.

Our little girl is becoming a beautiful young lady before our very eyes. But no matter how many birthdays come and go, she will always be our little girl.

So mayst thou live, dear! many years,
In all the bliss that life endears...
Thomas Hood, "To My Daughter, On Her Birthday"

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God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)