Bonnie Kyle Buchanan is three today. Look closely at the picture above. Good Lord willing, 80 years from now her grandchildren will look at the picture of the toddler – a baby – and shout, “That is so you!.” The person to be, the grand woman, is already there in this wee one.
Look at her posture. Her smile – slightly twisted like her Grandma. Her bright, intelligent, lively eyes. That look.
Bonnie, you’ll be remarkable. You already are.
I’ve never seen a child with your physical courage – fighting back when the nurse gives you a shot. I’ve never seen such tenacity in things whether they are big or small to your will. Your will is quite some will.
I’d like to attribute that to your “We never, never, never quit” heritage. But, let’s try to be honest. Yes, your Da is 100% Scot-Irish Southern. And your Mommy (my baby) is well over 50% Celtic Southern. So you’re about as Orange Irish and Scot ethnicity (and with a wink to my departed Daddy – Black Irish) and Southern culture as it gets, but you are all Bonnie. Already.
You have the heritage of the matriarchs of the Holland-League family and Bowden-Maley Clan and the West Virginia line from Nellie to Bonnie to Wavie Winona. Not to forget your Mama. And, your wonderful Daddy.
You are such a joy. You are so joyful. You delight in life.
I remember your Mommy doing the same. When she was three plus in the cool spring of 1988 in Germany, we played ‘ball’ in our tiny yard after church one bright Sunday. The grass was thick and green. We rolled a large ball back and forth – about 5 feet between us. She squealed with delight – without stopping. Her smile was ear to ear. Her ‘Shirley Temple’ ringlets tossed with her laughter. It was the greatest game ever.
My heart ached and soared. I was wounded with family deaths and career death, even though life had been better for a year. I thanked the Lord for my baby – Maggie Kyle. I asked the Lord God to help me remember this moment for the rest of my life. I can live in it still – now.
Now, I’m sad your Grandma is gone and can’t share such moments with you. She would be so insanely joyful all the time – with you. Just because you are you. Nellie Katherine Kyle Bowden’s laughter would echo through the house – and our hearts on hearing. But, like the times with your Mommy, you make simple joys exquisite.
Bonnie, you are so bright and so much fun. How can you know letters, colors and numbers before three? You dance, sing, play, snuggle, swim, and talk with such energy and focus. I’ve pushed you in a swing for almost an hour non-stop. Your smile speaks to your contentment doing what you like – and knowing what you like. At Three.
I love who you are, Miss Bonnie. I’d be thrilled to see you become the Christian woman you will be in another 20 to 30 years. That makes life so worth the living. I’ll be grateful for as much as the Good Lord lets me share with your bright light.
Being Bonnie is already a form of expression. Bonnie – on being Bonnie – is a form of art and life.
I’m proud and honored to be your Papa. Please spend more time on my dock.