Today while I’m visiting the Great White North, my friend Annie Rim is visiting here again with some reflections on today’s Advent readings. You can find more of her writing at http://annierim.wordpress.com/.
Today’s reading is John 3:16-21.
The Denver Botanic Gardens hold a special place in the story of our young family. Frank and I used to meet there every week the summer we began dating; I would pack a picnic lunch and we would walk the paths, getting to know each other. Bea has been going since she was just a few weeks old. She now races through the paths, exploring and pointing out the variety of plants. Every December, the Gardens transform into a wonderland glowing with thousands of Christmas lights. We have been going to the Blossoms of Light for years together. Last year, Bea was bundled snug in the Ergo, wrapped in a muslin blanket, small face peaking out between the folds of Frank’s jacket. This year, she ran the entire route by herself, marveling at the colors and twinkling lights, exclaiming, “Light! Tree! Light!” at every bend.