As Always With Love Renesmee Cullen-Black as interpreted by Elizabeth Queen
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Average...
Sure, our family was obviously unique, displaying extreme differences from the average human family..
I realized this and was extremely thankful for these gifts, while sitting on the porch of our little red house, holding Elizabeth, watching Mason playing in the freshly fallen leaves of fall with his father, the recent events making me appreciate their unique blend all the more...
My Father could read minds, which I'll admit at some points in my life, had driven me crazy.. it proved to be helpful most recently, especially when trying to decipher how to best help Mason control his tendency to morph into a wolf...
He and my father had been spending alot of time with one another, my father tested Mason's patience, pushing him to transform, while explaining what was happening and how he could control this trait passed through hundreds of years of Native American bloodlines.. Mason, hardly more than an infant, had also, like Elizabeth picked up several traits from me, perhaps the most beneficial being very intelligent at a very young age, able to somewhat communicate, and fully understand and follow conversations.. I was more thankful to my father for helping him with his..."gift", than he would ever know...
I marveled at my son, who quickly, with the help of everyone around him, was able to control his emotions and therefore, control his ability to transform into a wolf, he had mastered what had taken grown men years to overcome, and he was barely months old, he was amazing.. much like his father before him...
My Mother was so happy with the progress they had made together, out of everyone in my family, she knew best how I felt, she could see and feel the worry in my eyes when I looked at the amazing beautiful beings, and know that I struggled to overcome the what ifs that hung like a gloomy cloud above their heads, I was thankful for her, perhaps the most, she was always there, and unlike my father who possessed the uncanny ability to read minds, she always knew what I needed, whether it was a shoulder to cry on, a hug, encouraging words, or just sitting in the comfortable silence that I had only achieved in her presence, she was always there, and she always would be.. Her gift ,though understated at times, was perhaps the most amazing of all. Stemming from what I believed to be the ability to love and protect another will everything inside them, she was amazingly strong, and unbelievable fragile at the same time... But she could love with everything she had and she would stop at nothing to protect those she cared about...
Alice and Jasper, both played an intricate role in our family, completely amazing, otherworldly at best... at times their gifts were so prominate, it was hard to imagine that they could've have ever been... people. Anything but supernatural, hard to believe that they could have ever possessed fears, problems, or emotions that they couldn't control... But they had, perhaps more than any of us, yet they didn't swell upon that, they always put themselves last, devoting their abilities to helping and watching for those around them, selfless always giving, amazing knowing especially what Jasper had came from, he had grown perhaps the most of everyone in our family, and I treasured my friendship with them both...
Emmet and Rosalie had practically adopted me, always looking after me and only concerned with my safety and well being, like a pair of grizzlies they would protect what was theirs, and there was never any doubt that I fell into that category, even when some questioned my mere existence..
I was thankful for Carlisle and Esme, my grandparents in every since of the word.. Even after my slight lapse in judgement, causing me to attack, taking out the pent up frustration on Carlisle, he displayed the forgiveness and compassion I had grown to love him for the most, their was never a question, or an unwavering thought...Even as I couldn't even form words for an apology, he was able to place a gentle hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears, letting me know all was forgiven. And Esme, knowing loss, knew the fear in my heart, and was their with a cup of tea, ready for an hour long talk, with a compassionate face, and a warm nod of her head, it seemed as if all was well afterwards...
The cloth of our family had been intricately weaved, no doubt, uncomparable by the most amazing of situations, yet to the core, unabashedly average...
The love and devotion we felt for one another, was just like the love felt between families and friends for thousands of years.. When it came down to these simple things, we were.... average.. yet perhaps that was the most amazing gift of all..... love...
I realized this and was extremely thankful for these gifts, while sitting on the porch of our little red house, holding Elizabeth, watching Mason playing in the freshly fallen leaves of fall with his father, the recent events making me appreciate their unique blend all the more...
My Father could read minds, which I'll admit at some points in my life, had driven me crazy.. it proved to be helpful most recently, especially when trying to decipher how to best help Mason control his tendency to morph into a wolf...
He and my father had been spending alot of time with one another, my father tested Mason's patience, pushing him to transform, while explaining what was happening and how he could control this trait passed through hundreds of years of Native American bloodlines.. Mason, hardly more than an infant, had also, like Elizabeth picked up several traits from me, perhaps the most beneficial being very intelligent at a very young age, able to somewhat communicate, and fully understand and follow conversations.. I was more thankful to my father for helping him with his..."gift", than he would ever know...
I marveled at my son, who quickly, with the help of everyone around him, was able to control his emotions and therefore, control his ability to transform into a wolf, he had mastered what had taken grown men years to overcome, and he was barely months old, he was amazing.. much like his father before him...
My Mother was so happy with the progress they had made together, out of everyone in my family, she knew best how I felt, she could see and feel the worry in my eyes when I looked at the amazing beautiful beings, and know that I struggled to overcome the what ifs that hung like a gloomy cloud above their heads, I was thankful for her, perhaps the most, she was always there, and unlike my father who possessed the uncanny ability to read minds, she always knew what I needed, whether it was a shoulder to cry on, a hug, encouraging words, or just sitting in the comfortable silence that I had only achieved in her presence, she was always there, and she always would be.. Her gift ,though understated at times, was perhaps the most amazing of all. Stemming from what I believed to be the ability to love and protect another will everything inside them, she was amazingly strong, and unbelievable fragile at the same time... But she could love with everything she had and she would stop at nothing to protect those she cared about...
Alice and Jasper, both played an intricate role in our family, completely amazing, otherworldly at best... at times their gifts were so prominate, it was hard to imagine that they could've have ever been... people. Anything but supernatural, hard to believe that they could have ever possessed fears, problems, or emotions that they couldn't control... But they had, perhaps more than any of us, yet they didn't swell upon that, they always put themselves last, devoting their abilities to helping and watching for those around them, selfless always giving, amazing knowing especially what Jasper had came from, he had grown perhaps the most of everyone in our family, and I treasured my friendship with them both...
Emmet and Rosalie had practically adopted me, always looking after me and only concerned with my safety and well being, like a pair of grizzlies they would protect what was theirs, and there was never any doubt that I fell into that category, even when some questioned my mere existence..
I was thankful for Carlisle and Esme, my grandparents in every since of the word.. Even after my slight lapse in judgement, causing me to attack, taking out the pent up frustration on Carlisle, he displayed the forgiveness and compassion I had grown to love him for the most, their was never a question, or an unwavering thought...Even as I couldn't even form words for an apology, he was able to place a gentle hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears, letting me know all was forgiven. And Esme, knowing loss, knew the fear in my heart, and was their with a cup of tea, ready for an hour long talk, with a compassionate face, and a warm nod of her head, it seemed as if all was well afterwards...
The cloth of our family had been intricately weaved, no doubt, uncomparable by the most amazing of situations, yet to the core, unabashedly average...
The love and devotion we felt for one another, was just like the love felt between families and friends for thousands of years.. When it came down to these simple things, we were.... average.. yet perhaps that was the most amazing gift of all..... love...
Corinthians 13:13 Three things will last forever--faith, hope, and love--and the greatest of these is love...As Always With Love Renesmee Cullen-Black as interpreted by Elizabeth Queen
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