Hawk....a bird of PREY

So, Lex...

It has taken me 16 years to figure out what you have been trying to tell me.  I am a little slow and stubborn sometimes!

Your dad get's things alot quicker...

Let me go back  a few years ago when you earned your angel wings and flew to Heaven.  Your dad placed a Hawkeye golf ball with you and told you to "Kick one in for him."  His first round of golf that year will never be forgotten.  It was a cold and windy April day when he stepped up to the par 3, pulled out a wedge and hit it 165 yards. When he could not find his ball, he looked in the hole.  As tears rolled down his face, he pulled out his Hawkeye ball and gently gave it a kiss.

Since that day Hawks have been very important to your dad.  Evertime we see a Hawk, which is often in Iowa, your dad will say, "There is Alexi." 

I have never felt this connection with Hawks until recently.  Since we moved to Echo Valley 4 years ago we are greeted by Hawks as we leave in the morning and as we come back home in the evening.  A few weeks ago on my way to taking your sister to school, I was stopped by a sunrise that was beyond beautiful!  The sky was red and orange and pink and it was an awesome backdrop for a silhouette of a tree in which a Hawk sat.  I asked Abi to google the definition of Hawk, she soon responded, "Bird of PREY."  That was it!  That is what you have been trying to tell me all of these years.  All of these years, you were trying to tell me to PRAY, to fix my eyes on Jesus.

Thank you for this reminder every day, Alexi.
My heart misses you today....