Dear Clara

Dear Clara, 
I met your mama when she was a cute little eleven-year-old. Neither of us had any clue what life held in store for us. 
If someone would have told me that over the years we would become best friends while living on opposite sides of the world from each other, I would have been shocked. If someone would have told me that she would fall in love and marry one of my other best friends and that I would be her maid of honor, I would have laughed at the pure silliness of the notion. If someone would have told me that they would move to a delightful little house in the woods less than a mile away, I would have probably gotten a headache from the sheer wonder of the idea. 
“Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”” – C.S. Lewis
It happened though, Clara, and so many of my dreams came true. 
It wasn’t always easy. When is friendship unfailingly easy? It was worth it though. Every misunderstanding, hurt, and test we went through continued to grow our friendship and mold it into something extraordinarily special. Your mama helped me to learn more about who I am and who I want to become. She’s so many things that I’m not. She has so many qualities that I want to cultivate in my own life. 
Your mama taught me to sit quietly and really listen with all of me so I could be there. She helped me learn that sometimes conversation is more about being quiet than thinking up a reply. That sometimes the best thing I can do is listen with my heart, eyes and ears. That sometimes just nothing else is needed. 

“We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.” – C.S. Lewis 

When your parents told me you’d be arriving some time in late spring my level of happiness went up a notch. The next six months were spent in delighted anticipation. Getting to be around your mama so much was an incomparable blessing. Feeling you move, listening to your heartbeat, pouring through pregnancy books together and talking about everything made the months fly by almost too quickly.
Those months were filled with glorious unplanned meals, long chats, game nights, movies, popcorn, laughter, and beauty. It was a season of my life that I will always look back on as being special and unique. An interlude between two huge chapters in the compendium of life. 

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.” – C.S. Lewis

 On Wednesday morning when we knew you would be arriving soon I felt a dream-like anticipation filling me. The next twenty hours took turns flying by and slowly grinding along. Your parents are both amazing; you’ll see that for yourself one day when you’re old enough to know what amazing means.

Then came your first cry. The first time I heard your mama say “It’s Clara Jeanne!” The first time I held you. You – a beautiful little bundle of sweetness. Do you know what sticks in my mind the most though? The way your mama smiled at you. A smile so full of love and care. You are truly blessed, little Clara, to have such wonderful and godly parents.

“There is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.” – C.S. Lewis

I look at you in wonder, knowing that one day you’ll grow up and experience your own joys, trials and heart-tugging moments of life. You’ll develop your own hopes, dreams, interests, quirks, personality and preferences.

Clara, I pray that when the time comes you’ll have a friend as wonderful, selfless, sweet, and kind as the friend I found in your mama. If you do, you’ll be rich beyond compare.

“In friendship…we think we have chosen our peers. In reality a few years’ difference in the dates of our births, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another…the accident of a topic being raised or not raised at a first meeting–any of these chances might have kept us apart. But, for a Christian, there are, strictly speaking no chances. A secret master of ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples, “Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you,” can truly say to every group of Christian friends, “Ye have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another.” The friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.”  – C.S. Lewis

Clara Jeanne, I love you and I’m thrilled beyond words to be part of your life. 

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This, my friends, is the reason for the lack of blogging last week. Some things are just more important than blogging. 

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