Sunday, June 11, 2017
Psalm 139: 15-16
Sometimes I read out loud, because she likes to hear my voice. I relish the silence, the warmth. When she is on my chest is when I feel the most at peace. I know eventually I have to get up. And I like that part too. Going downstairs to the chaos, to hugs that feel like tackles, to a play by play of the latest audio book they are listening to, or the latest show they have watched. To ooh and ahh over the latest creations. To round up the dirty dishes and vacuum the floor...again.
When she wakes up and I see her squirming around in her bed, pacifier out of her mouth, preparing to complain...I put the pacifier back in, and I lay my hand on her chest. She feels the warmth, and the pressure, and her eyes close again.
Psalm 139: 23
Yesterday I asked the Dude if he wanted to read to me and he said "Do I ever!!" He only made it through half the book before he was too frustrated to go on. But I guarantee that this morning when I ask him to try again he will start out with the same enthusiasm. I love that kid.
Me? I am just breathing it all in, drinking it all in.Living in the little with as much courage as possible.
Remembering that someday I will look back and see how big it was.
Posted by Joy at Sunday, June 11, 2017