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“Happy Monday”, this is a phrase that David said very often…always trying to be chipper about the start of a new work week.
How I wish I could hear him say “Happy Monday” today. I really could have used it. Mondays just have a way of feeling crappy. In fact, during David’s illness Mondays were definitely my worst day of the week. Perhaps, it was the reality of going back to work especially if we had a rough weekend coupled with the uncertainty of what another week will bring.
Today, the girls were so cranky mostly because it was Monday and the routine of the week day. While getting them ready, I remembered that it is St Patrick’s Day so I dressed them in green.
I was saddened as I remembered the St Patrick’s day before David’s illness began. I was away on a business trip and David ensured that he dressed our older daughter in a green dress, he even tried to style her hair. I was reminded of that day as I picked out the same dress for my younger daughter to wear. I got teary eyes as I wished dearly that David was here to dress them and make another attempt to tame their curly hair.
Below are pictures of the girls wearing the same outfit for St Patrick’s day. One was dressed by David four years ago and the other was dressed by me today.


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They are both so cute – that picture warmed my heart. I can imagine David will be smiling. It was so lovely to see your girls over the weekend. They are such a joy! You are in my thoughts. Take care. Irene.
It was so nice seeing you guys also, thank you so much for coming, the girls had a blast too.
I know not what may befall me;
God tenderly shades my eyes;
And so each step in my onward path
He makes new scenes arise;
and every joy He send me comes
As a sweet and strange surprise.
I see not a step before me,
Yet I journey without a fear:
The past is still in God’s keeping;
The future His mercy will clear;
And what looks dark in the distance
May brighten as I draw near.
For perhaps the dreaded future
Has less bitter than I think:
The Lord may sweeten the waters
Before I stoop to drink:
Or, if Marah must still be Marah,
He will stand beside the brink.
Then it may be He has waiting
For the coming of my feet
Some gift of such rare blessedness,
Some joy so passing sweet,
That my lips shall only tremble
With the thanks they cannot repeat.
I journey on not knowing:
I would not, if I might:
I would rather walk in the dark with God
Than walk alone in the light:
I would rather walk with Him by faith,
Than walk alone by sight.
Amen
Thank you, you always have the most amazing poems to share