Greetings, my friends! I hope you're all enjoying a marvelous Monday afternoon. Mondays have long-since been hallowed as a day of rest in the Salter family, likely because our weekends are so busy with ministry. Sabbath rest has to have some place in life. :) All that to say, I've spent my day in much-welcomed quiet study, and I thought I could take a few moments to share a humorous happening with all of my friends here...
Two nights ago, I was returning, rather late, from an evening in town with Mother and two of my brothers. I was just about to "tuck myself in" for the night, when Mother came to me with a grin on her face and a paper in her hand. Apparently, my sister, Anna, had left a little "message" waiting on Mother's pillow. As I read, a smile spread, quite rapidly, across my face. I thought you might enjoy a look at the tiny "letter." If you can translate any of it at all, you might just find yourself amused, too. :)
Dear Mom, Amy, Brent, and Bryan
Peter lost his tow nell he hit it on the shower door brase he is so prowd he can't wate to show you get Amy, Brent, and Bryan and tell dem the the good news good night
Love,
Peter B.
P.S. my handwriting is bad cas I was choking bad and still hirt good night Love, Anna
My English-conscious self is "reeling itself in" to allow my heart a moment to revel in the joy of a young child's words. :) Commas, periods, capitalization, spelling...All those things will be learned later. What most interested me was the childish delight in simple things. "Good news"? When's the last time we stopped and admired the valor of a well-earned scar? :) Can we even remember the last time we couldn't bear to let an evening pass without sharing the quiet things of our heart with another human?
Perhaps, our grammar may be better or our spelling will show the effects of more life lived, but let our venerability of "maturity" and "wisdom" not ever cause us to forget how to revel in the simple things, to look on the scars life hands us and learn their hidden beauty, to delight in sharing the quiet things--maybe seen by our heart alone--with one we love.
I suppose that's all there is to share, for this afternoon. Perhaps, however, you'll gain a smile through the eyes of a little girl.
Blessings, my friends!
Two nights ago, I was returning, rather late, from an evening in town with Mother and two of my brothers. I was just about to "tuck myself in" for the night, when Mother came to me with a grin on her face and a paper in her hand. Apparently, my sister, Anna, had left a little "message" waiting on Mother's pillow. As I read, a smile spread, quite rapidly, across my face. I thought you might enjoy a look at the tiny "letter." If you can translate any of it at all, you might just find yourself amused, too. :)
Dear Mom, Amy, Brent, and Bryan
Peter lost his tow nell he hit it on the shower door brase he is so prowd he can't wate to show you get Amy, Brent, and Bryan and tell dem the the good news good night
Love,
Peter B.
P.S. my handwriting is bad cas I was choking bad and still hirt good night Love, Anna
My English-conscious self is "reeling itself in" to allow my heart a moment to revel in the joy of a young child's words. :) Commas, periods, capitalization, spelling...All those things will be learned later. What most interested me was the childish delight in simple things. "Good news"? When's the last time we stopped and admired the valor of a well-earned scar? :) Can we even remember the last time we couldn't bear to let an evening pass without sharing the quiet things of our heart with another human?
Perhaps, our grammar may be better or our spelling will show the effects of more life lived, but let our venerability of "maturity" and "wisdom" not ever cause us to forget how to revel in the simple things, to look on the scars life hands us and learn their hidden beauty, to delight in sharing the quiet things--maybe seen by our heart alone--with one we love.
I suppose that's all there is to share, for this afternoon. Perhaps, however, you'll gain a smile through the eyes of a little girl.
Blessings, my friends!
posted by Amy | 3:38 PM
3 Comments:
An over-abundance of commas plagues me, to this very day. :)
I'll be sure Peter wears sandals, for next week's service. He'll be more than willing to show you his prized wound. (It doesn't look all that bad now, to be perfectly honest.) :)
Bye for now!
You had better stay in town over Thanksgiving weekend. I want to see you!! If you can't, I understand, but I thought I'd at least make my request known. :p
I can't believe how quickly Peter is growing up!! *sigh*
I miss you guys.
Thanksgiving always takes us to the family farm in Tyler...Where are you spending the holiday? :)
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