I imagined I was sitting at a desk, with a stack of cards at my side, and a box of photos on the floor by my feet, with all kinds of memories hidden inside, And I was writing little 'thank-you' cards and sending them to my Father above, to give Him thanks for all that's in my life, all the things that I cherish and love.
I wrote a card full of joy along with the thanks for the beauty of our wedding day, along with a photo of me walking in and first seeing your face, my heart full of love that no words could convey.
(Do you see my face, Father? Look at that smile- and all because of You sending me him - a love just for me to bring happiness every moment, a love that will never grow dim)
I wrote another one to thank Him so, for the peace and quiet joy of my life, and
the photo this time showed us each in our own chair, holding hands, doing nothing much, you my husband and I your wife.
(Do you see my eyes, Father, how they shine with love? Do you see the happiness You have given to me?
There are really no words that will say the right thing, to tell you how happy this one person can be)
I wrote yet a third to thank him for the night, for another day of memories tucked away, along with a collection of photos, showing moments of love along the way, and each little thank you became a prayer that only the heart knows how to say.
(Do You see the love here, of course I know You do - and Father, You are the reason for it all - for the blessings and the gifts belong to us both because we listened and heard You call.)
How can I make a card lovely enough, or write poetic words that would say even in part, the thanks I want to give back to Him, the One who saw and gave me the desires of my heart.
Each day I collect new photos in my heart, ones to send to my Father above, along with more 'thank-you' cards, for the gift He gave to me in our love. It is such a special feeling to be cherished and know that it is true, that of all the blessings and gifts I've been given, the most beautiful one is the gift of you.