Love Forever

 When Marie-Claude was three years old, we lived in the rectory of the church in Papineauville Québec, a sleepy little village about an hour from Ottawa. It was a huge house that had once lodged several priests and servants. The priests no longer lived there and the parish office was in a small section of the building. We rented the remainder of the house.

There was a door that connected the parish office to our living quarters. This door was never locked, and Marie-Claude would often go visit Sister Lise who was the administrator of the Parish and have a chat with her.

Early one morning, Sister Lise came to us and said,  

“Do you know what Marie-Claude just said to me? She told me that God loves us forever.”

Sister then asked MC how she knew that, and she answered:  

‘Mom and dad love each other, and that’s forever.”

I wasn’t there to witness this conversation, but I have always pictured my daughter saying that with great conviction. She started having strong convictions at a very young age!

We were at the dinner table at MC ‘s house a few weeks ago and, as usual, chatting about various things after supper. I don’t know how the conversation turned to marriage, but as it did, Marie-Claude turned to her daughter Katherine and said, with the same conviction she had said it when she was a toddler, “When I married your dad, it was forever. Marriage is forever.”

It is good to know that not only diseases are transmissable. Love is passed on to the next generation as well.