Written in honor of Olivia's due date, August 2, 2009, exactly one year ago today.
A small spritely girl toddles around the fields of heaven, picking wild flowers. Every bouquet clutched by her warm, chubby fists is beautiful perfection. She grasps splendid colors of pink, yellow, purple and white, only to toss them into the gentle breeze and begin picking again, giggling all the while.
From time to time, she stops to delight in clusters of tasty berries, juice dripping down her petite defined chin. The Son's radiance highlights the auburn streaks in her wispy and unruly jet black hair. She laughs and toddles and laughs some more, pausing to plop down for rest beneath an always azure sky.
The ever-present melody of the heavenly host beckon her to stand and twirl, and as she does, the whisper of another love song caresses her heart, its refrain barely audible across the chasm of eternity. But without even stopping to listen, she already knows the familiar chorus....We love you, Olivia, We love you, Olivia. We love you.