Tomorrow Noah will be 12. It is so hard to believe. The past year has been rough for him (and the rest of us), but he has pulled out of it like a champ. He came home with a report card a few days ago containing all As and Bs!!! Conduct grades were all Es and Ss!! I could not be prouder of how hard he’s working.
Here’s to a wonderful new year. In one year my baby will be a teenager. Sigh.
Time goes all to quickly, doesn’t it?
As I made that last, brief comment, the words of this song came to mind. I thought I’d share…
Watercolor Ponies
Wayne Watson
There are watercolor ponies
On my refrigerator door
And the shape of something
I don’t really recognize
Drawn by careful little fingers
And put proudly on display
A reminder to us all
Of how time flies
Seems an endless mound of laundry
And a stairway laced with toys
Gives a blow by blow
Reminder of the war
That we fight for their well-being
For their greater understanding
To impart a holy reverence
For the Lord
(chorus)
But, baby, what will we do
When it comes back to me an you?
They look a little less
Like little boys every day
Oh, the pleasure of watching
The children growing
Is mixed with a bitter cup
Of knowing the watercolor ponies
Will one day ride away
(bridge)
And the vision can get so narrow
As you view through your tiny world
And little victories can go by
With no applause
But in the greater evaluation
As they fly from your nest of love
May they mount up with wings
As eagles for His cause
(chorus)
Happy birthday, Noah!
Go Noah! It’s ya Birfday!