It has been said that “Live is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.”
This Christmas I came face to face with one of these moments. It so touched my heart and my inner spirit that even now, writing this note, I feel a quiver in my voice and sense my eyes glistening with the moisture of tears.
To describe this moment is to expose my soul and open my heart, for it is the essence of love that takes my breath away.
Together my granddaughters, Courtney and Caitlin, (I do hold them as close to my being and make them thus) came to me at Christmas bearing my gift. A gift, I understand they selected themselves, and presented it to proudly and openly to me. I knew nothing of it, this long package, carefully wrapped and so caringly given. I unwrapped it with the zeal and care that I take with such gifts so as not to spoil the surprise. Ah! But I love a surprise. Nothing, however, in all of my past 70 years had prepared me for this moment, the moment that took my breath away. When I finally got the package unwrapped I discovered a beautiful plaque with the following poem inscribed on it.
Walking With Grandpa
Author: Rodney O. Hurd
I like to walk with Grandpa,
His steps are short like mine.
He doesn’t say “Now hurry up!”
He always takes his time.
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop and see.
I’m glad that God made Grandpa
“Unrushed” and young like me.
The plaque and especially this inscription were chosen by them for me. I was transfixed, chocked-up, teary eyed then and still revel in this emotions as I read it yet again – a moment that still takes my breath away.