quiet moments happen rarely around here. when they do happen, i steel all the life out of 'em.
like last night.
after a crazy sunday of rushing from this to that, spilled milk, scraped knees, head locks, unkind words between brothers, laughing between brothers, time with 10th grade girls, playing outside, games with grey, very little time with daddy...i was ready. so very ready for the quiet moments.
i finally got the big boys to bed and my entire body let out a sigh.
will and i proceeded about the night in much quietness. only the sounds of the warm running bath water, little coos, a quiet song from mommy, and prayers of gratefulness from my lips.
gratefulness for the day that had passed us. for all the busyness, the arguing, the laughter, young girls' hearts being changed and renewed, the fresh air. for the fact that I need Him every moment of every hour. gratefulness for my precious baby boy who held my finger so tightly and would not let go of my gaze. and he smiled for a solid 7 minutes in such innocent joy of spending quiet moments with mommy.
the tears welled up as i sucked all the life out of that moment with my third born. i could do nothing but praise God for giving me the precious gift of will. praise Him for creating will in His image for Him to do great things for Him. and i get to watch.
happy two months baby boy.
love, love, love this. so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteand two months already? my word.