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Tara Kaye Sharp February 13, 1990 - April 30, 2008 |
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First Communion
First of all, you looked beautiful. Like an angel. You wore a dress made of a heavy silky material with a sheer white overskirt which had raised flowers patterned on it. Grandma made it for you, in only two days and rushed down here on Friday morning for you to try it on. You promptly informed us both that it itched. You also wore a net veil made for you by Debbie Yingst. Mrs. Yingst volunteered to make the veil and did a beautiful job. It was of a very fine net, which hung in three petals down your back. She hand hemmed around each petal. The wreath itself was out of a dried flower-like substance. Hard to describe. It was trimmed white silk roses, white silk ribbons, and tiny strands of pearls. Grandma and Grandpa also got you a little cross necklace with a pearl on it that you wore. I had tears in my eyes when you sang the song with the rest of the group. The hand motions were adorable. You confessed that you didn’t know them very well and had to look at Alice to make sure you were doing the right thing. Your father and I went up with you of course. I believe he was a little uncomfortable, but he looked very nice and I know he was proud of you. Aunt Becky, Judith and Bill, and Grandma and Grandpa were all there, and we all agreed that the other parents must surely be disappointed that their children were not the cutest ones there. In addition to the cross necklace and the dress, Grandma and Grandpa gave you a Bible, especially for children. Aunt Beck and Ivory (and Frank too) gave you a blown glass angel, edged in pink, and holding a sparkling red stone. Very pretty. I gave you a white pearl and silver rosary and a heart-shaped crystal box that was engraved with the date and our names. There have been countless moments over the past eight years that my heart and my throat swell with the feeling of love and pride that is inside of me for you. There have been innumerable times that I have felt so proud that I wanted to look around and make sure that everyone sees you in all your beauty and glory, just as I do. There have been hundreds of isolated moments in time when I want to stop it from passing and hold the moment, and bask in it and cherish it, and just look at you. They are here and then they are gone and I forget to tell you. Or I don’t know how to tell you. Or it would rob the moment of its splendor. And they pass. Understand that this was one of those times. In the rush of the getting to church on time, and getting pictures taken afterwards, and the getting the company back to our house, the moment was here and then gone. A moment when I truly appreciated your spirit, your beauty, your wisdom, and the spirituality that you felt. All these things that are a part of you every single moment, of every single day of your life. I always know these things about you, but this moment I felt them sharply, keenly, purely. I love you more than words can say, just as God loves you. May he bless you always, just as I bless the day that he gave you to me. -Written By Teresa Taylor 2 Days after Tara's First Communion |
