Then I opened the door for the nurse to hand me my new baby boy.
I looked out my window to watch my sons enjoying the day,
Then my little one ran through the door, “Mommy, come play!”
I stared though the store window, wow, that red dress looked nice.
I pushed through the door smiling cause it was on for half price.
I gazed out the car window as God’s beauty rolled by,
Pulled over, jumped out the door to watch an eagle in flight.
Smiling at the window, the wind blowing the leaves my hubby just raked,
Laughing as my husband stepped outside hollering, “Well this is just great!”
Next morning I watched as he reraked in piles large and neat,
When suddenly two Karate Kids ran out the door, kicking piles with their feet.
I breathed fog on the window awed by the blanket of snow pure and white,
My sons burst out the door eager to have a snowball fight.
And on and on my story and yours could go,
About memories of looking out windows or walking through doors.
Looking out windows watching seasons change and things grow,
Seeing loved ones come, change, and go.
Every time you look out a window a memory is made,
The doors we walk through are experiences that never will fade.
So, treasure every window you look through, every door you walk through-
For each is a puzzle piece of our life.
And as those pieces are added, you’ll see the fit is both perfect and right.
And then when that last piece is in place, and your life’s puzzle complete,
Those around you will say, “Look what a beautiful masterpiece!”