Letters From a Young Catholic

My reflections as a Catholic young adult passionate about the Faith, seeking to grow in knowledge and understanding of God and discerning the will of the Lord in my life.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Lyrics from my Opa

I've been spending a lot of time these past few days with my grandparents. I really enjoy this opportunity to be with them, especially as it's becoming increasingly obvious that they will not always be around in my life. One set of grandparents lives a few houses down the street and the other set a few kilometers away. I've been so blessed to have both sets of grandparents play an active role in my life each step of the way.

Anyways, my Opa, who lives down the street, has a song for everything. He knows all sorts of short little songs and expressions in French (he's Belgian) and can find one to fit any and every occassion. When I was visiting the other day and my Oma asked how old I was now, my Opa responded before I could even say anything with the following little song (these are just the first few lines...):

On n'a pas tout les jours vingt ans
Cela nous arrive une fois seulement
C'est le plus beau jour de la vie
Alors on peut faire des folies.