a few words below I wrote down early this morning reflecting on our hike that I read to the crew after breakfast....
Family —
this is our one‑room
schoolhouse,
where we learn
how to love.
Here we learn
to say, “please, sorry, and thank you.”
Here we
practice patience,
gratitude,
service, compassion, gentleness,
with a side of
wit and whimsy every now and then.
We laugh
together,
make awards
both to poke fun and affirm gifts.
We proclaim “so
awesome!”
at the beauty
around us together.
We dance in the
kitchen.
We see each
other’s true colors,
and keep
turning toward one another.
We learn to
extend forgiveness more freely.
We have a place
to receive grace upon grace —
a place where
love keeps teaching us,
even on the
hard days.
Jason — thank
you for being so easy to say sorry to.
Thank you for
modeling non‑defensive communication.
Thank you for
making me laugh like few others do,
and for loving
me so well for over three decades.
Your steadiness
is a gift I hope to never take for granted.
Taylor — thank
you for the way you have grown leaps and bounds
these last few
years — gaining confidence and resilience,
learning
patience and true kindness.
You walk in a
room and know what needs to be done.
Thank you for
the phone calls and the connections
you cultivate.
I marvel at the
ease with which you model letting go
and how that
teaches me to live and love more freely.
Anna — thank
you for embodying God’s gaze to me —
“behold the one
beholding me and smiling.”
Your depth and
arms open wide to the world are such gifts.
You teach me
how to see with wonder again and again.
I am so
grateful that God gave me each one of you.
Thank you for
being the key people who teach me how to love.
May this one‑room
schoolhouse be the place
where love
keeps finding us.