One more Candle

The night that we had all the kids home for the first time in about two years, 

we hung ten canning jars with candles from the huge maple tree by our patio
. . . a candle for each child.

After we cleaned up and the sun had set,
I caught some blurry pics as I watched them burn into the night.

The photo does not show all, but you get the idea of the celebration I felt. 

It was but a few weeks later, when all of our family was gathered together again, 

and these girls came, bearing a surprise . . . another canning jar for me to keep! 

Would you believe I did not get it?   

By now you do . . . because it's in context . . . 

but, honestly, I just wondered if they wanted more jam. 

A huge commotion erupted as one by one everyone came to realize what it meant.  

These days, I have the little jar on my kitchen window sill 

and we pray daily for this little light, anticipated sometime after Christmas. 

One more candle. 

A gift from the Giver of Life. 

It just makes me smile, never having pictured ourselves in this stage in life

and how full it would be.