Oh, dear Lord, thank you so much for Twosday! I’d never heard of that term until my daughter-in-love Lacy invited us to Lena’s birthday party. I misunderstood at first, thinking that since it was called a Twosday party it would be on a Tuesday. But of course, the pun was only because Lena was turning two.

And so we celebrated all the wonder of that milestone with Andrew and Lacy, Lacy’s sister, the other four grands, and our ‘outlaws’ as I call them, Lacy’s parents.

It was a simple party, filled with the joyful chaos of a family finding its way through a house under construction (the renovation was supposed to be finished months ago, but You know the drama of that story, Lord) and Lacy’s courageous rehabilitation after she suffered a pelvic misalignment during her labor with baby Cori, and all of ‘life’ with five children.

And I watched in the wonder of it all, Lord, my heart filled to bursting with the way You allow joy and grief to coincide, how the veil of mourning can be pulled aside in my life to reveal unbridled giddiness at the celebration of a toddler.

And oh, how Lena celebrated, Lord! She received a refurbished doll house with living space on one side and a full kitchen on the other. And each of us had brought gifts to furnish the dollhouse, me unknowingly. I’d simply walked into an upscale kids store near my father’s house in the one hour I had free and delighted in ‘grief shopping’ for Lena.

And each time, Lena opened a wrapped gift, she would literally squeal with delight!

I had only recently been introduced to Jelly Cats, a brand of stuffed animals specifically sized for a toddler to cuddle. So when Lena opened the little lamb I’d purchased for her, we all giggled as she did just that. Cuddle the lamb like her mother cuddles baby Cori.

Later came the strawberry shortcake with its candle and again, Lena watched in wonder and awe.

And blew out the candle with a little encouragement and help from her daddy.

And she ate her cake with baby lamb in tow.

Oh, that I would squeal with delight this Easter, celebrating Your Resurrection, with You, my beloved Lamb of God, held tight against my chest, deep in my heart, and all around me.

It’s a dark week, Lord, for Your children as we remember Your passion. As we solemnly walk through Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. But we know that grief will be turned to rejoicing, tears to laughter, despair to hope.

Twosday for a toddler was for me a tiny glimpse of the Easter joy that is coming, both now and not quite yet.

And so we wait, dear Lord, with eyes toward the sky and faith, hope, and love warming our waiting hearts.

ELIZABETH MUSSER writes ‘entertainment with a soul’ from her writing chalet—tool shed—outside Lyon, France. Find more about Elizabeth’s novels at www.elizabethmusser.com and on Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, and her blog, Letters to the Lord.

5 Comments on “Letters to the Lord: The Joy of Twosday

  1. So glad you can experience special joy and encouragement as you continue to grieve the loss of your father. We do miss our parents long after their departure. But we await the glad reunion with confidence!

    On Tue, Apr 12, 2022 at 8:25 AM Elizabeth Musser wrote:

    > Elizabeth Musser posted: ” Oh, dear Lord, thank you so much for Twosday! > I’d never heard of that term until my daughter-in-love Lacy invited us to > Lena’s birthday party. I misunderstood at first, thinking that since it was > called a Twosday party it would be on a Tuesday. But of co” >

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  2. Your “Letters to the Lord” so often brightens my day. At 80 your words an pictures sparked memories of my own children turning two and then my grand children. The connection with joy and grief at Easter time; how perfectly woven. Thank you.
    Barbara

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