It's been great having Lanie at home this year. She loves it. I love it. And still I struggle at holding that thing at bay as it pulls and grabs at me to make it number one. I push it back to its side of the line.
So many times Lanie had said to me over these years, little hints and insights into her heart: a favorite song, activity or book. I was too distracted to give her my full attention. She had a favorite story or two, Treasures in the Snow (it took me over a year to get around to reading it) coming first to mind, I knew I had to make the time for this small slice of life. When my (once) elementary girl would tell me about her favorite story, I had to read it. And my (now) middle school teenage girl tells me there was a book that made her cry, I had to read it too.
Found Things, by Marilyn Hilton (not paid or compensated to share my thoughts or even read the book--unless you call the rich treasure of sharing a story with my daughter payment/compensation), reads across the back of its hard cover: Wishes are powerful things.
An ancients reading list of history and literature, keeping up with Erin's science-history-literature readings as well as grammar and math and geography, Lanie's own courses and, let us not forget home/yard/laundry/church/interests, I was finding it hard to get to this story. And something in me knew I had to do it ... now into a week of no extra renewals at the library and growing late fees. Last night I buckled down at the skating rink and read as much as I could, head nodding and bobbing from a 3 a.m. wake-up.
I finished it just now.
I finished the book that made Lanie cry. She was sweeping in the kitchen when I looked up with tears in my own eyes.
"Did you finish it?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, refusing to let tears fall and blinking them back quickly.
"Did you love it?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. Because I love her--and the story was good too. One of love and sacrifice and forgiveness and hope and children welcome to the fold. I asked her, "What part made you cry?"
Though I thought I knew, and she confirmed it. But for me? It would come at the very end of the book, in the acknowledgments:
"And to God who makes all things possible, all things new."