Thursday, February 4, 2010

My Special Valentine From Heaven

Sometimes the Lord sends us a small miracle to make our day. Monday indeed was one of these days. After leaving school, I decided to go to the cemetery to see how everything looked and to talk a little with George. The day was so clear and beautiful and everything looked great. I even decided to let George keep his Christmas tree until Valentines Day. He always wanted it up into February.

Then I headed for the car. I looked out my front windshield and the view of the mountain covered with snow took my breath away. There happen to be a few trees right there and I decided to shoot through the trees and get the mountain in the trees with the clear blue sky in the background.

I took the picture and then checked my camera to see what it looked like. This is what I saw. It was so startling I almost cried. George had sent me a Valentine. To look at the trees you would not have realized it would do this. They were just hanging there, but for me it was my miracle. Happy Valentines to you George and to all of you!

6 comments:

M. Nelson said...

Linda! What a special gift. I'm bawling right now. Thanks for sharing.

Dana said...

I agree with you - it is a special little miracle and a special Valentine's from your honey. That is exactly something he would do!!

Janell said...

It's wonderful how we can have this little glimpse of the eternities. We love you!

tweston said...

I love this, Linda! What a beautiful gift! It is interesting how different the world looks when you have the chance to look closer. Love you!

Nelson Nine said...

Okay, now that one really did make me boo hoo. Had to go get more kleanex from the basement--something I usually put off doing. What a great gift!

Gail said...

That was absolutely beautiful! The picture and the thought both touched me. I didn't have to run for the kleenex, but that's only because I really don't cry very often...usually something really stupid makes me cry and then it's like a flood! I guess I hold onto it too long. I may not cry very often, but I believe it's a very good for the soul when we do.
I miss George too.