last tuesday

Originally published April, 2015

Don’t blink.

About last Tuesday, or perhaps the Tuesday prior, Polly, the cherub, graduated high school at home. A year or two before that, she was cutting her bottom teeth. It was a mere five or six years ago that I was sitting in Tim Hortons at 6:00 am, refusing to go to the hospital unless contractions kicked in really hard.

Not twenty.  Not twenty years ago. 

Not our Polly. 

And now she’s getting married.  To a boy.  Her boy.  Cesco. 

And we love him and welcome him because he is good. He loves God.

He will love, honour and protect her.

And, good Lord, it is all we asked for her.