That Brighter Day

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Ben on his birthday

Dear Ben,

It was gray and drizzly the day you were born.   November is too often like that–there are times during this darkening month when we’re never really certain we’ll see the sun again.  The sky is gray, the mountain is all but invisible behind the clouds, the air hangs heavy with mist, woods and fields are all shadowy.  The morning light starts late and the evening takes over early.

Yet you changed November for us that day.  You brought sunshine to our lives.  You smiled almost from the first day, always responding, always watching, ready to engage with your new family.  You were a delight from that first moment we saw you and have been a light in our lives and so many other lives ever since.

And you married another bright light and now shine together.

I know this is your favorite kind of weather because you were born to it–you’ve always loved the misty fog, the drizzle, the chill winds, the hunkering down and waiting for brighter days to come.

November 15 was, and each year it still is, that brighter day.

Love,

Mom and Dad

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Ben and Hilary

Watch with Awe

photo by Harry Rodenberger at 3R Farms, Blaine Washington
photo by Harry Rodenberger at 3R Farms, Blaine Washington

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be.
When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying,
“Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.”
I don’t try to control a sunset.
I watch with awe as it unfolds.
~Carl Rogers

Our son Ben turns 25 years old today, spending this quarter century birthday as he does every day: teaching math to high school students on the Lakota Sioux Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota.   We watch in awe as his life unfolds, wonderful and rich, its warmth and love reflected like an orange sunset onto all he touches.

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